The tax man in January seems a bit harsh right after the holidays.  At least ours isn't until mid-April.  It's always sort of a freak-out at our house.  Every year I get that Kinks' song, Sunny Afternoon, stuck in my head.  Do you know it?

...save me, save me, save me from this squeee-eeeze...

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes