The April 15 tax deadline means nothing to me, since I don’t do the company income taxes and I’ve already filed an extension for my own, but it occurred to me today (as I stared at the calendar in disbelief) that there are only two weeks left in the month, and in that time I have more to do than I should. I should have a head start on payroll quarterlies and sales taxes and the like by now, but between one thing and another (and another and another), I’ve been stymied.

Stymied, I tell you! It feels as if I haven’t taken a breath all month, but I look to see what I’ve accomplished and the pile is way small. You’d think I’d been on an ocean cruise (or maybe taken by pirates) for the last two weeks, for all I have to show for it. I don’t think I’ve been lax or lazy, but I’m a little ashamed at how little I’ve done. I’m also a bit angry at myself, because I should have a handle on these things. I’ve been doing them long enough, after all.

Maybe I’m just tired. That’s my all-purpose excuse for (a) the way I snarl and snap at other drivers who are just trying to get from one place to another, the same as me (although they aren’t paying as much attention as I am, which is obvious from the increasing number of people I now see driving with phones illegally held to their ears); (2) how close I come to throwing a knife across the kitchen every time I try to slice a tomato (and why should that be so hard, not to mention why should I be trying to slice tomatoes anyway when I’ve been avoiding them all my life?); and (c) everything else that seems to be going wrong all day every day.

Arggghh.

On a happier note, I find that I now like tomatoes, which, along with alfalfa sprouts, are part of every sandwich I make that doesn’t have peanut butter on it. And I looooves me some hummus, although I’m still using the store bought kind (after reading the labels carefully). I might try making some of the book’s healthy homemade hummus this weekend (assuming I’m not missing an ingredient, because I’m not going to try to go out shopping again, since I expect to spend most of the weekend catching up on work; see above).