I wish I could just get on my bad motor scooter and head for the hills. I was fine the first week after Dad died, but this week I've been floundering in an awful funk. All of the things that usually give me pleasure in life; knitting, reading, blogging seem meaningless.  I'm having a tough time working up the energy for even my basic minimalist version of  housekeeping, and I can't seem to find a nice thing to say to anyone. Every request seems to be over and beyond my level of patience. Too bad it's tax time, which really brings all the crazies into my realm. I just had a call from someone who was volunteering for the city assisting people with their income tax returns . She needed a"book" that contained the county codes and school district codes. I found them listed on line within seconds, but although I could hear her typing away on her computer,  it took at least 15 min. of explaining to convince her  she should be searching for the information online and  to walk her through the process of finding it. AAAaarrrgggghhh.... and she's the one helping the incapable people!