I was no fun today. Neither was anyone else.

Millie did not call until about 4;00, and there was some confusion about how I would get the forms – at her home, which is close to Charlie’s, or at her office, which isn’t too far from Tehama. I finally agreed to call her at about 5:00, when we both had some idea of how late we would be working. When I called her she was still at work, and she told me to come to the office and call from a pay phone so she could come down and let me in. After picking up Tim, quickly, in Alameda, we drove to The City.

There was some trouble parking near the post office on 1st. I ended up parking on 2nd and walking. There was no trouble finding a pay phone. Since someone was going in, I got to wait in the building lobby until Millie came down with my taxes.

Once I had my stuff, I dropped Tim off at home and drove to the 7^th Street Post office. Very quiet. An oasis compared to the 1^st street office. By some miracle I found parking place and went through my forms, signing them, writing checks, and sealing envelopes. Since I overpaid last year, I didn’t have to pay my first IRS installment at all, and I have an $800 refund only. Not bad.

Went in and got stamps at 7^th Street, along with a few other frantics who fluttered in. I was told by the security guard, however, to go to 1^st Street to get the envelopes postmarked. Thank God I didn’t slide them into a slot of 7^th Street, as I saw one girl do.

1^st Street was still a madhouse. Demonstrators passing out leaflets, people clutching forms and envelopes, security guards… I mailed my stuff, then went home. Tim and I argued about going out to eat, but I finally agreed to go to Houlihan’s. As always, there was a carnival atmosphere at Fisherman’s Wharf. Rambunctious college boys from Boston in the elevator.

I wasn’t hungry. Too strung out. So I just had a spinach salad served in a bowl the size of a small manger.

Got through it all only acting slightly psychotic.