Dispatches from Cyberspace

My email of things coming in the regular mail says that today there is yet another letter from the fucking IRS. I have no clue what they want now but it better not be money.

Also, ironically, I heard from the CPA about my taxes. Initially, I talked to Jeff and he did my two amended returns. Then last year, my return was done by an underling who never did get with the program. She refused to use emails and I refuse to discuss shit over the phone. It was not a happy pairing so I figured I'd use them one last year and then go back to doing it myself.

I got about 60% of what I needed and uploaded it to their secure server. My plan was to upload the rest, along with their contract hiring them to do the work, when 'the rest' came in. BUT I got an email from Jeff this morning that he had started my return and had questions. 1. HE was doing it himself. 2. He had questions and so sent an email (BLESS HIS HEART) and 3. His questions were all covered on the stuff I hadn't uploaded yet so it shows me, I've got it all under control. I'm pretty sure I overpaid my estimated taxes so should owe nothing except estimated taxes for next year.

But, then there is that letter... arugh.

We lost a Susan Dennis this week. Age 70, died peacefully in her home in Grimsby on the eastern shore of England. Google sends me these bon mots at my request and I'm always so relieved that the dead Susan Dennis is not me.

OHHHHH We have an emergency!!! There is a blast coming over the speakers saying to shelter in place and stay there until told otherwise. Jim Across The Hall just popped out. I knew he would so I told him to go back in and stay there until I came to get him. I put OK signs on the floor outside our doors. This is not a drill so there is going to be lots of CONVERSATION. Edit: apparently it was a test or not, who knows. but so far no smoke or guns visible.

I gave myself the second Wegovy shot this morning. I must have held it differently or something cause this time it hurt! Of course it stopped hurting the minute I pulled the needle out so no big deal. I did it in my alive thigh. I have a large patch of numb on my other thigh where I did the shot last week. I'm going back there next week.

So far the stuff seems to be working. I do not feel differently. Volleyball is fine, swimming is fine, walking is fine. The rest is fine. I am still hungry for meals but I have, gratefully, really lost my snacking chops. Last month, I could happily sit down with a coke and a bag of Cheetos at nearly anytime of the day. Now, I am just not interested. I keep Apple quarters in the fridge and have one of those with a slice of cheese. Maybe. I have uncrustables now for breakfast or sometimes oatmeal. I have ham and cheese croissants for lunch and not much for dinner - sometimes a protein shake. I'm clearly operating on a lot fewer calories than before but my brain is fine with it. So. Yeah.

Ok, they have quit screaming the emergency instructions and I don't see any smoke. Wonder wtf is going on. Armed robbery? Armed takeover? I just pinged Martha. Someone just left the garage in a car. I'm thinking that's not very Shelter In Place-ing.

I've done a pivot on the eastern bunny situation. I like the ones below but they are just way too fiddly. I have a new design that is much more interesting to do and I can make a bunch in a reasonable amount of time.