One for you nineteen for me!
So that dreaded day has arrived. Today I gather up my forms and receipts and other documents and bring them to the accountant and get whatever news there is to hear. Will I owe money? Of course. Will the government make my life worse? Of course.
But it’s a ritual. There’s a purifying aspect to the whole thing. I stopped doing it myself when the IRS first began plaguing me. That time it turned out they owed me money but it took a real accountant to figure that out and I didn’t want to leave myself open to the mercy (!) of the federal government.
I’ll be back later and hopefully I’ll be in a mood to write. One for you, nineteen for me.
Maybe you will have some good luck.