All These Questions
Sunday. Back to the usual place for breakfast, early enough so it wasn't too crowded, able to sit at my usual table and spread the paper out. Back home with a detour to buy a bottle of diet Coke, something to sip on as the day evolves. No, it wasn't driven by a hangover. I did drink sake last night, but just enough for a buzz and a clear head and decent attitude this morning. Here in Oakland.
Looks like rain outside, they're talking about rain throughout the coming week, which means I should take a crack at my taxes today, load Turbo Tax, take a first cut, see how much work I have ahead to gather the various receipts and documents, all of which are here, you understand, but where? No complaints. I know who filed them and he, the swine, admits no embarassment.
Later. I think the Black and Gold sake is not to my taste. It gives you a buzz, true, but they all give you a buzz if you drink enough. This one seems to give you a headache along with the buzz. Useful in making you stop drinking, perhaps, I'm not sure I'd count on that, but a headache and who needs a headache in the afternoon? This afternoon. A half bottle last night, a half bottle watching the rain today. So much for sake on a weekend.
I did do a first cut on the taxes. Plenty of time to continue this coming weekend, but the various incomes are entered and all that's left are the deductions, which means pawing through the files, which means I'll be lucky to file on time, which means this year will be like last year like the year before. They say you develop routines, as you grow older, routines you find hard to break. As good a rationalization as any. No one's going to challenge my logic other than the IRS.
Tuned into the Academy Awards. Haven't watched them for a while. Maybe they'll be interesting with some of this inexpensive sake I've discovered in my kitchen. How did it get there, I wonder? How did it survive? All these questions.