Sign it, seal it, deliver it, it’s theirs

Tax software: one tab keystroke off on the very first page. It took me two days to track it down. When it claimed suddenly that we had a California refund coming that was more than the value of our old New Hampshire house, uh, no.

I finally found it.  I’m done!

The classic annual elementary-school chant of kids waiting for the schoolbuses to take them home for the summer, morphed into adulthood: No more taxes! No more doing the books! No more giving the paperwork dirty looks!

I got to see a hawk afterwards this afternoon, and it wasn’t even Thursday yet.  I simply sat down and watched, and then pulled out the camera to go notice the rest of Spring.  Pardon me, now, (don’t miss the captions), I’ve got an edging I finally get to go knit.