Tax at midnight taxes, I moan
Doing taxes. Feh.
Started to write up long detailed account here, realized I'm too sleepy and it doesn't matter anyway. Key point is that (because of various stuff having to do with buying this house last year) I owe way more than I originally expected to (I usually arrange things to get a refund), but only about a third as much as TurboTax initially estimated (before I had entered a lot of info).
So I'm tense about it but not as tense as I was a week ago.
And it turns out that penalties for late payment aren't as bad as I was expecting.
So it'll all work out. But still, ugh.
I think the thing I hate most about it is not having any idea what some stuff means or how to fill in various fields. My one attempt to have a professional do my taxes was a disaster, but maybe I'll hire a professional to answer a couple of specific questions for me and make sure I'm doing a few specific things right.
In other news, haven't been online much lately—have managed only four entries here in the past two weeks. Been busy, mostly focused on magazine stuff. Lots of reading, some editing, a fair bit of rejecting, a bunch of administrative stuff, some coding.
Almost did a quick trip to Denver last weekend to see M, but for various reasons decided against it. Sadly.
Have seen some TV shows and read some books, but those will all have to wait 'til I'm more awake and less busy.
Have ridden bicycle to work two days in a row. Go me!
Am a bit punchy, if that's not obvious.
Failed to finish filling in my WisCon programming form; for once, won't be on any panels at all. Ah, well; I suspect I'll be pretty busy anyway.
My to-do list (in Things) generally has 20 to 50 items on it for a given day. I generally do about 2 to 8 of those items, and move the rest to later days, and often add a few new ones. This doesn't seem likely to result in my ever getting everything done. But at least I won't be bored.
Plan for tomorrow (Thursday):
Morning: edit; prepare for cleaners to arrive; file tax extension requests (with partial payments). Daytime: work at home. Evening: weekly magazine editorial meeting. Night: Stephanie arrives for a visit.
At some point I'll resurface. But it may be a while yet.
As usual, all my problems are privileged-person problems. Can't complain, really.
On that note: sleep.