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FUNNY, isn't it, how at the tail end of the year your body feels something like it would the day after you were unexpectedly forced to do your bit in a three hour triathlon?

Mind fried something likened to an overdone spring roll, you find yourself sitting, or rather slumped, at your desk, thinking how you could possibly be expected to pull all of this off.

In anticipation of your end-of-year time off session, you start feeling a bit like a kid strapped into the back seat of their parents? car, en route to a family getaway, bellowing out: "Are we there yet?"

We can all relate, I'm sure.

Let's not forget to mention, though, that while staring blankly at your computer screen, this realisation is almost always followed by indulging in a ridiculously colourful daydream. Of course, the adult in you knows it couldn't possibly be anywhere close to what real life would be like.

"So what?" you ask your rational half, who has always been a bit of a nag anyway, right?

Your dream characteristically sports imagery of yourself joined by others, relaxed and enjoying the summer sunshine, doing as little as you possibly can.

Well, I think you'd be forgiven, because at the end of the eleventh month all you probably really want to entertain as a primary consideration is where and when you'll be shopping for Christmas gifts and exactly how many times you?ll be gracing loved ones at one of the many planned notorious coming family gatherings.

And always you are weary of the fact that inevitably these occasions are most likely to degenerate by the hour and, of course, as the drinks slowly start taking effect.

It goes without saying that in all other aspects of life you make a concerted effort to avoid "unnecessary drama" at all costs ? until the working year comes to a close.

That means you live by the ideal that you steer clear of the office squabbles and/or major domestic and romantic disturbances that life tends to present.

Yet as if the universe is intent on proving me dead wrong ,luck would have it that at least on my end it seems year-end marks the time when household appliances run out of steam. Out of the blue cars seem to need a major service and even TV licence demands to be paid. Oh, and the tax return deadline I happened to miss in October...

Well, the relief offered by the extension is short-lived, because all my procrastination means now is that I'd probably better get cracking on e-file ASAP, before the January deadline comes to bite me in the back.

While the end of the year is supposed to be our solace, our haven, and an excuse to slow down the pace just a little bit, it's like life sometimes has a funny way of replying: "Not quite so fast, sweetheart."

I guess at the end of the day there's just no escaping the end of year blues.

Aside from letting up and allowing Murphy one last victory for the year, we bite the bullet and hope that we make it through to the finish line while incurring the least amount of damage.

Until that day comes, how?ever, I think I'll raise my imaginary cocktail glass and toast to delicious daydreams...

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