It must be that I'm tired. I simply can't concentrate on anything today. Too busy feeling sorry for myself, I think.

Checked on getting help with my taxes and filing on line. $20 for an uncomplicated filing through a do-it-yourself site sponsored by my bank? $80 if I want online help? And that's just for federal; state costs extra on top of that. I don't think so. I'm not that desperate. Yet. There is something very wrong with a system that requires someone whose finances are as simple as mine to go seeking help though.

I did get three e-mails overnight from e-friends wondering how I was doing. I hadn't wanted to write first, since doing that would have looked like I was going around soliciting pity for the situation on our forum. Which I emphatically am not. They were three of the five people I most wanted to stay in touch with though, and it felt good to know that they all were wondering how I was making out. I wrote them all back, as best I could, this morning, amongst all the other things I had to get ready before the guys who were coming in to film showed up.

I'm still annoyed about last night, which does not bode well for the weekend. If I don't get over this, then nothing can be resolved until our weekend visitors leave on Sunday.

Today is the 21st of the month. That always makes me a little weird anyhow, when I notice it. I'll explain the 21st of next month, if anyone doesn't remember the story. That will be the fifth anniversary.