As usual, Saturday got away from me, but this time I think I know how it happened, more or less.
Obviously, the first part of the answer is that I slept most of the morning away. Itís hard to make a strong comeback if the dayís already half gone when you get started. Tomorrow will be different, not because Iím going to get up and go to seven oíclock mass at St. Rose (Iím not), but because weíre having an Easter brunch (egg hunt included) at Tammy and Davidís at the unholy hour of 10:30 am.
No, the real reason today got away is that I spent way too much of it trying to figure my income taxes. I have this K-1 form from my partnership in The Kennel, and itís going to force me to file long forms instead of short, with extra schedules and attachments and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things.
I started at the IRS site at the crack of noon, and by the time the shadows were getting long (or would have been, if the sun hadnít kept ducking behind the clouds), I had gone from Form 1040 to Schedule C to Form 8582, and I still didnít know what I was going to do with my share of The Kennelís loss (on paper) for the two months of last year that I was part-owner.
So I did what I always do. I gave up. Not in the sense of throwing up my hands and saying, ďI canít,Ē but in the sense of throwing up my hands and saying, ďI have three weeks left. Why the heck am I killing myself over this today?Ē And walking away, leaving all the IRS browser windows open and all the forms strewn over the bed, in case I changed my mind and got a crazy burst of energy later.
Then tonight I was talking to Tammy, and she told me I shouldnít try to bake my tax returns from scratch when it would be so easy with Turbo Tax, with its interactive recipe. She could be a salesperson (not that she needs anything else to sell, what with her toys and her home dťcor and the candy and stuff for the various schools attended by her various children). I asked smart questions, and she gave me smarter answers. Anyway, I was sold.