I was in bed at 930 last night which qualifies as early for me. Don’t know why so early, may be because Emily was getting ready for bed at 915. One of the signs of advancing age. Uh oh. Seeing her get ready, I turned off the TV and got ready for bed. Finding the TV off when she exited the bathroom seemed to surprise her. I said, when I see you are getting ready for bed I presume that’s where you are going. It’s not a leap. Maybe I jumped the gun but I go to bed right after doing the evening ablutions.
Not to get to far off topic, I started out talking about going to bed early. Ben Franklins famous missive, early to bed early to rise…. We have all heard it. Seems to be bullshit. I did get up early. I woke at 509 and could not get back to sleep so I got up. And I feel like crap because of it. Franklin is a liar.
It’s Friday. Nothing special on Friday mornings. Same old poop. Speaking of which, the Cocker. The one with no nerve endings in his anus. Every morning, feed dog and put him outside immediately. Because his gloppita gloppita machine starts to go. I put the little cretin out. For ten minutes. I was rewarded when I let him in and he quietly dropped four poops around the house. He doesn’t stand still. I hate that dog sometimes. It’s one thing I will not miss when he is gone. Currently, he is back outside. Whining. Too bad, so sad. Not.
Just got my first client text of the day. The individual deadline is coming up on 10/15. And late filers always remember. I don’t remind them. They are adults. They can do the adult thing without being reminded. I am thinking these were the kids whose parents continually did things for them. I am going to text back. Appointment means $$ for me.
I wish I was in the mushroom business. Every time I do poopy patrol I get more mushrooms than poops. Today was an extreme example, three shovel scoops of mushrooms and less than one of poops. Sadly, I think there are no customers for toadstools.
Everything in the way of chores done kinda early this morning. So I used the extra time to read the newspaper. In case you want to know, nothing happened in the last 24 hours.
I showered and dressed and left for work. Drive was smooth and fast. No traffic. I live right.
I arrived the same time as my first appointment. He is an Oakland cop. The most interesting thing about him is his wives. They live in Thailand. Yes, wives. He has two. I have a hell of a time with one so I can respect him for having two. According to him the average Thai man has five wives. Yikes. He has a hell of a time deciding which would be the wife on his tax return. The other would be a dependent. He does not want to anger either. I really feel for him.
I managed to finish up his return in under two hours. He even tipped me $170!! I haven’t gotten a tip in years.
After him I had someone in the waiting area with no appointment. The same client who has been in three days his week. I finished most of the return Monday last and he could never find the time to get back in and tell me some lies to get the balance due down. Well, today was the day. We sat down and went through the return I had finished. Managed to vomit the income enough to where he had a refund. Amazing. I had just finished up, right before the summer trip, 7 way past due tax returns for him. So now he owes me $4500. No tip.
After they left I just worked. And worked. And did the office payroll. And worked some more. I called the bride late in the day to see if she wanted to come in to Sacramento for dinner. She did not answer her phone. Which is par for the course. I tried several more times before I gave up and went home. I let her choose where we eat.
We got home at about the same time. She gave me some lame excuse about work being the reason she did not answer the phone. Lame excuse. She picked a spot for dinner which was only ok. Too bad, coulda had great.
Dinner out was nice. Again, nothing too special. It was also quite quick. No matter.
We headed home. Had to stop and get some super expensive dog food. Then home.
We watched a little TV. And then bedtime.