I am TAHRED. And I haven’t started the taxes yet. But I’ve learned an important fact:
The necessity of doing my taxes before the day is out is the best motivator to do housework I’ve found in many years.
I finished my transcript, then started doing housework. After scrubbing both bathrooms and the kitchen, sweeping up all the dog hair off the hard floors (I haven’t vacuumed the carpets yet), changing the cat box, doing two loads of laundry, taking out two bags of assorted trash, prepared a packing list on my computer (in nice table format so I can put in check marks as I put stuff in my bag – doesn’t everyone keep their packing lists on their computer?), and many other small jobs, I find that the house is looking much better; it’s always nice to come home to a clean(er) house.
But I still haven’t started the taxes. Sigh.
But hey, I’m having a well-deserved rest right now to drink a cuppa joe; maybe that’ll motivate me?
Oh, I also got online and printed our boarding passes for our flights tomorrow. I’ve never flown Air Tran before (and wouldn’t have this time except all the cheap tickets were gone on Southwest), but discovered to my annoyance that although I wasn’t allowed to select seats until 24 hours before the flight, when I got online exactly 24 hours before the flight we’d already been assigned seats – and there were no aisle seats left. I cannot sit for two hours in a middle or window seat – my knee smiply won’t take it. But since I’ve already done the online checkin? I’m stuck with the seat assignments we have till I get to the airport tomorrow. So it looks like it’ll be time to raise hell with the gate agent. I’ll just show 'em my scar. Heck, I can always fall down on my knee again and lie there screaming in pain to persuade them, right? 
And speaking of airports, Lapin Blanc had to fly on a newly-expired driver’s license because she’d had to order a new copy of her birth certificate from the state of Ohio, which took its sweet time sending it to her. It finally arrived today, of course. But apparently at the airport she got sent through the “extra security” line as a result – and to her delight, there was only one person in front of her in that line whereas the regular line was 45 minutes long. So she’s hoping she gets pulled out for the extra security check again on the way home. 
Okay, time to do something. Finish my coffee, that’s the ticket. And maybe knit. Yeah, that would be good. Get myself nice and relaxed before I have to face taxes.