Government forms, and cool temps...cheery, eh?
I got up this morning a little groggy, but determined to confront the form that the IRS says I didn't fill out (which is true) that shows the math leading to the number that reflects something about HSA stuff. UGH. I am not at all comfortable with this. I paid for the use of the HR Block fill-and-print thingy, but I didn't spring for the Premium version-- and thus, I have this paperwork to do. And somehow they lost (!?) the copies of our W2 forms. What the actual hell. Instead, I ended up revising two new poems, one of which is the anchor poem for the manuscript I'm working on. Words, even when they are being resistant, are a hell of a lot more understandable than government forms. So yeah, that's how I'm starting my Saturday. Today is our 39th anniversary, too. My goal, other than surviving this stupid paperwork, is to head to the grocery store. Yes, there are a few other chores, but those are flexible enough that if I don't do them, there's always tomorr...