Started and finished my tax returns earlier. I’m happy: I’ll get back over 800 dollars this year between Federal and State. As is usual, performing the archaic calculus for the city tax was the most arduous part. Even with last year’s splayed out on the desk in front of me for a guide, I still nearly fucked up the calculations. Vandalia — which also coordinate Englewood’s taxes — is going to an online filing system next year, so maybe then I won’t need to break out the sextant and slide rule. What really twists the knife is that I never owe or receive money from the city — yet still I have to do it.

Apparently bowling is still a go for tonight. These things, unless I organize them, are almost always a huge disjointed plan of rambling intent, where one never is sure just what is going to happen … kind of like the city tax worksheet. Still, it’s quite fun. Especially when I’ve found my old bowling ball and shoes.

Speaking of, it’s that time.

JAB