My mother received a tax bill from the Massachusetts Department of Revenue for a non-trivial amount of money. The bill was for her income during the year after she died.

From the old Beatles tune, Taxman:

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes

I'm hoping that a phone call to the DOR will clear this up. (He says, naïvely.)

We went to the camp yesterday to finish the winter preparations. During a recent windstorm, a large birch branch fell against the outhouse, but there was no real damage. Dunno how it managed to avoid hitting the power line coming into the camp.

Inside, the mice had been hard at work. Several things had been knocked off of the shelves. Somehow, they opened a metal container of pepperkaker and ate their fill. They haven't figured out how to open the breadbox yet. Ah, well. It's their woods, too. With this year's acorn shortage, I figure that the squirrels are eating the mice's food, causing the mice to be more aggressive in the hunt for theirs.

You will be comforted to know that at least one company that ships Finnish breads to the US conforms to the FDA's bioterrorism regulations. I am looking for a place that sells the heavy Finnish rye that we used to call reikaleipa. The places that we've found so far sell a lighter, Swedish-type rye.