Today is the official beginning of my spring break, ten glorious days with no job-related responsibilities whatsoever. Ahh! It is beautiful outside here in north Georgia, with a high of 83 degrees in the forecast. For the first time in months, I am warm. Mmm! I am longing to get reacquainted with my deck chair and soak up some sun, then don a strappy dress and a pair of flip flops and go sit on a patio somewhere and enjoy a margarita. Or two.
Instead with April 15th less than two weeks away, I have to get started on my income taxes.
"It's tax time. I know this because I'm staring at documents that make no sense to me, no matter how many beers I drink."
My friend Pat is flying in from Madison, Wisconsin late Tuesday night to spend the second half of spring break with me, and I am determined to get this dreaded job done before she gets here. Since I am self-employed, the task is unnecessarily complicated. It doesn't help that, although I keep thorough records throughout the year, I don't keep them in a very organized fashion. So I am facing a mountain of receipts and paperwork that must be sorted through and summed up before I can even go to my tax preparation software. It isn't that it's difficult; it's tedious and time-consuming. I would rather be doing something else. Enjoying this beautiful spring weather. Reading. Writing. Beading.
Having a root canal.
So here I go. If you don't hear from me for a few days, you will know why.