Today is the day before Saturday. Pre Saturday if you will. But, I feel it can only be Friday when Saturday is a day off. I will be working all day Saturday and Sunday so this just can’t be Friday. And it’s sad. Of course, I have had to put up with this for 30 years though I never seem to get used to it.
I got up this am and have noted that the skies are clearer, I can see the hills for a change, no haze. 
The hills are about 12 miles out. It still smells like a wet campfire outside. And a drug one inside. I am hoping for the best with all these fires that are close by. 
Then the paper arrives, the Chronicle thinks it’s Friday. Maybe they are just trying to sell newspapers. The TV news is full of scary stuff too. Again, not sure what that know. The firefighters are alarmist but that’s a professional sickness. I know, I was a firefighter. Seems like it really is getting better on the firelines. We won’t know till some official says we are good. People these days worry so much that they will be called to task for what that say that hey just keep saying what is safest. So danger imminent or not, they go with dire warnings. If nothing happens, it’s all good.
It must be deadline time. I have received no fewer than 25 text messages this morning about taxes. The people who wait are very special people.
I was greeted with a text, early this am, with a common worry. Goes something like this, “you forgot to include my ‘whatever’ on my return!!!!! Omg!!! What will we do?????!!!” Then I hook in online to my office and find I did not forget a damn thing. This annoys, but does not anger, me. I don’t mind because it means the client is actually paying attention. That’s good. Unfortunately, it means they are worried and questioning my ability and that annoys me. I just can’t win. But, panic is common among late filers and they continue to panic even after I am done. It’s a way of life for them. That’s why I don’t see them till October 12. They have to panic in order to do their taxes. If it’s not an emergency, it does not get done.
Just a picture of a visitor. She will follow you around. And I’m the only one moving. So I am blessed with her presence.
I managed to get moving and took a shower. And finally was able to sort my shirts. Marika helped me go through all my shirts. The rejects are going to the fire refugees. She is in charge of getting it to Santa Rosa. I was able to really clear out some drawer space and help humanity at the same time. Someone call the Nobel committee. I need an award.
After all that excitement, I went to work. Almost. It’s Friday so I took the convertible. Marika is here at home so she took the S2000 for a race around the “neighborhood”. She said it was for fun. I managed to pry her out of the drivers seat and go to work. Drive was nice, top down on a semi warm day. I like cool days top down. You can run the heater if needed but be cool at the same time.
I was late for my first appointment by at least 20 minutes. Oops. Amin seemed ok with it. His was a final appointment just to finish and file the tax return. Not too much.
Another appointment followed on his heels, a local plumber. He did not have all his info so I was unable to do anything at all. So he left and will come back when he has his stuff.
Another appointment, see the trend?, followed. A couple, Dylan and Sarah, he cleans pools and she goes to school. And 20 minutes later I was done. Some are just like that. Quick.
Dylan was followed by his mom. His mom is a client from way back. She is the owner operator of the pool service company that employs her son. She tagged along with him instead of making her own appointment. Smart move. She had all her tax stuff with her and ready to go. So I was able to completely prepare her taxes right there while she waited. I wish all were so quick and easy.
After she left I did the usual administrative tasks. Today is Friday so I prepared payroll. Paid a few bills. Filed some paper. Made a few calls. Nothing exciting. I will be back tomorrow.
I raced home, top down, at dusk with my sunglasses on. Was amazingly fun and almost invigorating. Emily texted about dinner. I text s back Tapas. Which his here favorite place. More so than even Thai. When I got home I realized Marika was stil there so no top down drive to Winters.
We go to Ficelles in Winters for Tapas. Served only on Friday nights. They also serve a mean Sangria. Which is also a favorite. Theirs is very good. Also a reason we like it. We got he usual spread of things like:
Hanna’s, stuffed poblanos, polenta with roasted veggies. Good stuff.
We ate our fill and headed home. Again, no top down. When we got home Emily headed to the glass house to finish up some jewelry for Fall Festival tomorrow. That’s a fundraising fair held at Tremont elementary where she works. All day tomorrow. It’s fun, but I have to work. Deadline Monday. Marika went up to watch TV, surprise. I am blogging. And fixing lights around the house. Seems a surge kicked the breaker and burned a few lights out. Not a huge problem.
I am going to put the dogs out and go to bed. Maybe read a little. Who knows.