I used to walk my dog Ginny and pop in to make a quick deposit, have a cup of tea or coffee while Ginny enjoyed a biscuit and water inside the lobby. I knew the tellers and they knew me. It was one of Ginny’s favorite stops.
Another aspect of my life that I have to plan…
Really, it’s not such a big deal. Just another change to my way of life.
One of my spring rituals is to moan, groan and make everyone within a ten mile radius perfectly miserable as I get in the mood, find time for, and finally settle down to do my taxes.
If I would carve out a nanosecond of the hours I spend kvetching, I would be done in an afternoon. But no, I follow the same playbook each year which may be another definition for insanity. Here is my foolproof system for the dreaded tax day! Continue reading “Render Unto Caesar”→