Recipe Alert! Over the past few months, depression has set in. Let's recap. I lost my job despite Herculean efforts to keep it. Also, Scott is only working part-time at a wine store and last night he was told he'd be lucky to get any more hours -- ever. This means all the wine we can drink but no money to eat. Sigh. We haven't exactly been broke because the money was still coming in from my whack-job helping a French company start an English website, but now my income has been reduced by 60 percent. And yesterday, we got a tax bill claiming we owe $4,000. Wowee, kazowee. I suspect the whole thing can be straightened out -- there is no way given our financial situation that we owe that -- but it is quite heart-stopping going from getting a refund to owing the equivalent of a year's property tax in the Glebe. (Prior to Lansdowne Live!) This and a few health concerns have left me comatose on the couch for most of the shortened hockey season. As a result, I...
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