So I woke up this morning, as usual. Running things through my head. What was going on, etc., what with it being Thursday and all. Got my schedule straight.
Emily got up before me, as usual. I finally got up and went into the bathroom. First thing, take meds. I have a pill calendar to help me. So I look for my Thursday pills. One is missing. I think on this awhile, then I ask Emily the obvious, “what day is it”? Turns out it’s Friday. Who knew? Not me. If I took memory pills it could help, like ginkgo. I would have to remember of course.
So got up as I said. Dogs, for a change , are all locked in the kennel downstairs. Peaceful sleep for them and us. Put them out. Taffy is in serious pain and carries her right rear leg, she no longer puts it down. Good thing she sees the Dr tomorrow.
Morning as usual. Feed em, feed Em, feed me, make lunch, coffee. Nothing crazy. First paper of the week. The cars section of the paper was interesting today. Two truly boring cars on the cover, paid placement for sure. But, inside in the my ride section was a story of a guys ’65 Pontiac Tempest race car. Really cool full on Trans Am series racer. The best part? He is a retired CPA. He’s my hero.
My 10am has shown up here at the house. We have been shooting the breeze for half an hour now. I gotta get his shit done so I can go to work. He just had an audit and was coming to discuss outcome and whatever the auditor still needs. I took about fifteen minutes to explain it to him. He left.
I went to work. I have another appointment at 12 and need to get there. While on my drive my 12 o’clock texted he was on his way. I texted back, me too. We were both late but me more than him. He has been a client for 25 years so I am sure a case of lateness is not so bad. He brought me a gift bottle of Cazadores Blanco tequila. Gotta love him. But he did not want to crack itbopen and take a drink. Oh well. I had to do 3 tax returns for him, a trust, a partnerships and his individual tax return. So he sat and watched me work for two hours till they were done. Like I said, client for 25 years. He can sit and watch if he wants. Others I kick out and they don’t get to watch. Finally done with all. Next year again with a different bottle. I look forward to it.
Next appointment texted and said do it another day. Good.
I was able to spend the balancenofnhebday doing tax returns. I finished a few and left at about 6 or so. No issues driving home. Emily called and we chatted for a few minutes. She is not feeling well.
Got home and pretty much div d into making dinner. I made open face tri tip sandwiches under the broiler. And wedge salad made with romaine hearts. The salad was truly awesome. A combined effort of the two of us. We are now sitting at the table with the dirty dishes looking through rental listings. The perfect Friday night activity. When you reach 50 there is no pretense that you are going to party on Friday night. And we’re not. May be in bed by 830. Cool.
Make that 9. Headed to bed. About time. Signing off.