Paying My Taxes
Monday. Taxes today, a payment made rather than a refund. Good that I got it done. Not good that I couldn't find all my records - the tsunami donation, the Daffodil Days Cancer fund - but I have no excuses. I have not been willing to deal with numbers for this last year for reasons both obvious and incomprehensible. Not good to be thinking of retiring without going through the numbers. Hard to put food on the table with an empty bank account. I know something about an empty bank account, a reality in various stages of my misspent youth. Most of us have, have we not? Had the fear if not the reality? Come pretty damned close to the edge? It sucks, although the sleeping til noon is nice.
You've never been more than close to broke in your entire life mostly because you've always had people you could call upon.
Well, yes, but the model these days is to stretch the truth. I've never been out on the street. Never had to sleep in my car for reasons other than gross inebriation. Lost my credit cards because I got behind in my payments once, had the feds after my ass for back taxes there for a while, but every dot com'ers done that. Develops humility. Gives you a real case of the ass when you hear the name of certain banks, though. Now that I'm debt free with funds in the bank I get solicitations from some of those old credit card companies. Brings back thoughts of the cretins they hired to harass me every day and night trying to collect. They got their money then, they'll never get my business again. But so much for this particular jag. I'm a little surprised I still harbor so many negative thoughts.
The antibiotics continue to work, by the way, the head felt better today than it has for a long time and the sun was out. Crisp, the air, but the sky was clear and the sun was out. I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep after paying my taxes. Doesn't get better than that.