It’s 9pm and I remembered to blog my day. It’s that kind of day. Too damn busy, too many phone calls, too many visitors, too many. When you are buried in work up to your eyeballs and beyond, then everything else is just too much. I want to be left the hell alone when I have that much to do. But no one will leave you alone. They want to help you feel better. That ain’t happening.
Well all my deadline crap is done. I am out to dinner at a brand new brewery cafe in Winters. It’s about 8 miles from our house at a high rate of speed. Country roads if you know what I mean. I just threw down a cocktail. They have liquor too. I had a very small glass of pineapple cider. They sell by the ounce here. Which encourages drinking more I think. Because you can have just a little more if you want. But I like the system. They have lots of beers. Don’t like beer. Place is called Green River.
Morning started same as it has all week. I had an unannounced client at 8am. She just brought her crap and sat down. In my robe again. 3rd time this week, a new record. She is a very chatty woman. Very. Always has been. No dead air with her around. Anyway, went through her stuff and discussed what’s going on for an hour and a half. Had to end hat conversation. I’m busy today.
Managed to get her out the house. Got myself ready and hit the road. Got to work and started my day. Only three returns left. Which, if history is any judge (it is), will take all day. This whole day, as with all deadline days, is a series of interruptions. Email, text, phone, walk ins, just a ton of people vying for my attention. By four pm I had finished two returns and knew I had to go to the bank to get money for the car deal. So at 530 I finally managed to get out the door to the bank and go close the deal on the car. Which I did. We will pick it up on Saturday morning. But, I still had to go back to the office after. That elusive 3rd and final return. Got back at 630 and it was quiet. I finished the return by 7. But, as you may not be aware, I have to efile all return. Today. So I had to email the client the efile forms to sign and wait for the return back. Then efile and wait for confirmation and then go home. So, by 8 pm I was in my way home. Long day.
There was an accident on the Cap City freeway which ate 20 mins of my life but otherwise it was a swift trip. Marika was home when I got there. We are all going out together tomorrow for my birthday. Will be a Barrel of fun. On my way home I callled my friends Bob and Renee and now they are going too. This is gonna be a blast. We are going wine tasting in Yountville. Then dinner in Napa. Marika just got a job at Sonoma-Cutrer winery in Sonoma. Bob, it turns out, knows the place very well. And he wants to go here once Marika has started. Good idea. I look forward to it. And the free wine she will get. I like free. My favorite flavor.
So time to go home from our quick trip out. It’s 10pm which is past my bedtime. Maybe I can relax enough tonight to get solid sleep. Who knows?
We got home and are sifting through everything. Emilny is trying to get her Houston shipments together. She is sending school supplies to her childhood elementary school in Spring Branch, near Houston, Texas. Her school was flooded. She wanted to help. Here are two of the boxes. 
At home I dished up pistachio ice cream and Marika poured some of the gold medal winning Cabernet her roommate gave her. Six bottles. Nice. Red wine and pistachio ice cream are soul sisters btw.
Why is this cat here? 
Always on the table. In the box. The cat’s a pain.
I know I have shorted you, my dear readers, but I will do better tomorrow. Much better. Goodnight.