Sleep was fleeting last night. We found out we owe even more on our federal taxes than we already paid when we filed the extension. This new tax law has really screwed us, plain and simple. I get very stressed by the knowledge that the same thing will happen next year and we only have so much money in our savings account.
But I’m projecting – I’m the Queen of Projecting – and I just have to settle down and breathe. As Don reminds me, there’s only now.
As it was, I found this out right before we were headed to bed. (Not a good idea to read those emails late at night.) I sat in bed trying to read and when it came time to turn out the light, my anxiety level was so high that I made the decision to come downstairs and take a bath. That really helped. But I woke up early and couldn’t turn my brain off.
Ah, well.
Adding to that bit of news is the fact that we have little mystery trip planned in two weeks, so the timing isn’t the best. Nevertheless, we’re going ahead with our trip because life is too short and, to sanitize what I would normally say, “Screw it, we’re doing it anyway!”
Don just left to take some pictures at the Farmers Market, though rain is expected this afternoon. I’m going to keep busy and do some chores around here. I mowed yesterday and mulched a ton of leaves. We also celebrated Doug’s birthday with some cake (I didn’t partake) and a rousing round of “Happy Birthday.”
Happy Sunday.
