But at least the return’s finished, and transmitted to IRS. If all goes well we’ll have the refund back in two weeks, which gets us maybe another month’s breathing space before we’re flat broke. If I can just stave off a few creditors until that floats in here . . . . Next comes doing the taxes for Dad’s estate which, fortunately, are more of a nuisance to do than anything else.
Phone call from Mother tonight, fretting and worrying over my lack of a job, and at her inability to do anything to help us financially. Listening to her litany of krechtzing gets thoroughly on my nerves—yes, we both know she doesn’t have the resources to do anything to help financially right now, so why keep harping on it! It’s worrying! You can’t do anything about it! All right! Now let’s all get on with doing something more profitable than self-pity.
Mohandas Gandhi pours the polluted tuba into the back forty. Fnord.
