They say that nothing is certain but death and taxes; but with both of these inevitabilities on my mind lately, I've been noticing an important difference between them. Death is certain, yes, in that no one makes it out of here alive. But death is equally uncertain, in that we can't know exactly when it's coming for us. Taxes, on the other hand, have a strict deadline: April 15, to be specific—at least here in the US.
So here I am, trying to finish my taxes before I go back in for chemo on Monday. I'm also trying to make progress on the index to my book. I could wish for more pleasant ways to spend my third and best week between chemo cycles!
Meanwhile, Chemo Plant #3 has arrived, in time to cheer me up as I contemplate Chemo Round #4. In the photo I'm wearing a T-shirt celebrating the bicentennial of the Cherokee syllabary as a way of inspiring myself to finish my book proofs and index.
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| Chemo Plant #4, a 'Day' Avocado tree |
I would suggest you file an extension, but I'm sure you've already decided it's better to just get it done rather than kicking that can down the road! Good luck on all the unpleasant tasks.
ReplyDeleteYep, best get it over with!
DeleteThey still make us American expats file tax forms, which in my case means a huge stack of paper just to say I don't owe anything, since I don't earn enough in the US (mostly a few bucks of bank interest). Plus I have to report my foreign bank info twice, to two separate government entities, with different deadlines. At least your paperwork stress has some sort of "purpose", assuming any part of the US government budget is still being used to actually help ordinary people....
ReplyDeleteYou are a far, FAR better person than I am. There is no way in hell I would do my taxes under such circumstances. Hell, I don't have your condition and I won't do them NOW. I did them when I was single because they were simple. They are no longer simple. I refuse.
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