Ok. I apologize for not writing sooner. I think it’s been at least a week. The work schedule is a killer and I have little time for the niceties of life. Like taking the time to tell everyone what is up.
I can sum up the last week very quickly. I get up at six. Get me and the wife ready for our day – breakfast, coffee, sack lunch, etc. Emily goes to work. I get ready, I go to work. I stay till 11pm to 1130. Come home. Eat dinner. Go to bed. Rinse and repeat. Every GD day. See, quick summation. My life is thrilling. The days work stays the same too. So not much, if any, excitement to share.
Today, Monday 4/9, is not much different. I have sat longer this morning. It’s now a quarter to 10. I have received about 10 client calls. It’s like there is a deadline coming. I guess these morons just noticed. That’s a strong word. I should have said dipshits. I mean, really, this is an annual thing. Wouldn’t people have learned by now? No, is the short answer.
I have to stop taking calls now, time to shower and shave. I have to be beautiful to prepare tax returns. Uh oh.
It’s 815 Tuesday. Never had the chance to pick up where I left off till now. Although, I left work at 9 last night. Super early. I have only one return on my desk to finish. I have a few partially done just missing a few items. I guess I’m caught up. I wouldn’t know for sure, it’s never happened before. But I don’t feel any real pressure which is really nice. I can get normal day to day tasks done as well as the extra work. It’s a disturbance in the force.
Again, it’s time for morning duties. Gotta be presentable.
Funny thing, time for morning duties again because it’s Wednesday. An entire day off the blog. Again, sorry for the gap. The best thing that happened yesterday? Well, I got home about midnight, and Emily had made rhubarb cake. Nice. I love rhubarb. And I love cake. Yes, I want to marry the cake but I’m not a bigamist. Dinner was a carnitas combo, remember it’s taco Tuesday. So the big thrill of my workday was dinner at home. Makes me wonder why I work. Wait, I got it, it’s the money.
Today is almost exactly like every other day. Except, today I have an inspection of my commercial property by the mortgage holder. It’s a strange story there. I rented to a cannabis recommendation in one of the office suites. Turns out, the federal government thinks this is an illegal drug enterprise. So, my mortgage holder, a bank, calls my loan. I had to kick the tenant out of the building, and lose rent, just to keep the building. I am not sure I should have kept it. Anyhow, they are sending an inspector out to “look” at whatever it is has to be looked at and reported on. My understanding is they can legally take the property if they want. Or some such thing. It has zero equity so I don’t really lose. Should be fun today. A little detour from the usual.
Ok. No inspection, she was busy. Life goes on.
It’s midnight Thursday. I am making dinner, burger. He only thing handy in the house. 
Emily is gone till Sunday for a yoga retreat. Which is just an excuse for a good time. Eat drink and be yoga. She will have fun. I will work all the time.
Today was a hoot. Since Emily went away, the digs are home alone. She thought it would be nice to take the dogs to the office. Seemed ok. Well, Jaxon is a nervous dog. We know that. He got to the office and reverted to ge Trazedone gulping anxiety monster he used to be. I was sitting talking to a new client. An exotic dancer. It’s a misnomer, trust me. Anyhow, Jax decided that was a good time to start shitting all over the place. Little pieces of very stinky poop and three puddles. On the carpet. Client wa not impressed. I had to clean up in he middle of the appointment. No doggy day care tomorrow. They can stay home and be lonely. Did I mention Jaxon howled whenever I was out of sight? Ya, he did that.
Doesn’t seem so bad now. I am done with my dinner. I have heartburn. I ate too much. I ate too fast. Happens when u are really hungry. I am sipping a wee bit of whisky. Takes the pain away. Seems to be helping the burn.
I am doing all of this over again tomorrow, sans dogs. Maybe a double draught of the hard stuff. Don’t know. At this point don’t care.