Actually, I’m not a doctor either. I’m just a poor, numerically-impaired author with a lot of ‘splainin’ to do to the Revenooers every year.
But I’ve come through yet again, more or less whole, and ready to write again–if only to wash all those silly numbers out of my brain! Of course, it would help if I didn’t end up staring at a giant tub-o-receipts every Jan 1, glumly aware that I should have done a little periodic sorting…
Every year I swear to go on a course of self-improvement. I will lose weight! I will turn my books in on time! I will itemize bi-weekly!
Well, I did turn a book in on time this past year. One of them, anyway…