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rolanniI started feeling Not All That Well at work. Turns out it was over 80 in my little attic room and I'd been so busy, I hadn't actually noticed. Opened the window as wide as I could, and turned off the lights, but was still feeling headachy and stomachachy when I met Steve at the credit union to take charge of my advance check for Carousel Tides and deposit it to the foundering household checkbook.
You know you're not feeling well when your only thought upon receiving the advance check for a book of which you are very fond is, "Cool. We can pay the bills for a couple months."
At home, we had a notice from the State of Maine, which has fined us for not having guessed that we were going to owe them money at the end of the year, and thus failing to pay estimated taxes. WTF? I mean, seriously. We're freelancers. We always owe taxes at the end of the year. Granted, I do Federal quarterlies, which are based on the casting of the bones, for lack of a better system, but I have never once done state quarterlies. And now we're being fined.
Guess Gov. Baldacci needs money.
Where was I? Oh, after the Great Depositing, Steve and I went by our separate ways to the salon, where we indulged in Much Needed haircuts. Thereafter, I went home and collapsed upon my couch, with Scrabble overseeing, while Steve went to the grocery store.
Since arising, I have washed the dishes and printed out the bar-code sheets for the transmittal of the books to be registered with the copyright office. Before I leave this desk, I will pair the bar-codes with the books, then I will join mine spouse for the evening meal before once again retiring to my couch.
No writing tonight, no brain. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a brain.
Three cases of swine flu in Maine; two in Kennebec County. Just sayin'.
You know you're not feeling well when your only thought upon receiving the advance check for a book of which you are very fond is, "Cool. We can pay the bills for a couple months."
At home, we had a notice from the State of Maine, which has fined us for not having guessed that we were going to owe them money at the end of the year, and thus failing to pay estimated taxes. WTF? I mean, seriously. We're freelancers. We always owe taxes at the end of the year. Granted, I do Federal quarterlies, which are based on the casting of the bones, for lack of a better system, but I have never once done state quarterlies. And now we're being fined.
Guess Gov. Baldacci needs money.
Where was I? Oh, after the Great Depositing, Steve and I went by our separate ways to the salon, where we indulged in Much Needed haircuts. Thereafter, I went home and collapsed upon my couch, with Scrabble overseeing, while Steve went to the grocery store.
Since arising, I have washed the dishes and printed out the bar-code sheets for the transmittal of the books to be registered with the copyright office. Before I leave this desk, I will pair the bar-codes with the books, then I will join mine spouse for the evening meal before once again retiring to my couch.
No writing tonight, no brain. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a brain.
Three cases of swine flu in Maine; two in Kennebec County. Just sayin'.
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