Thursday, October 27, 2022

I guess we're pen pals

 I worked through my rather bad headache to get these pieces of test equipment Ken had brought over that had tons and tons of little modules inside, to get them all done and to see if ignoring it would make my headache go away. 

I got the things apart, but the headache did *not* go away and it was just as strong when I woke up around 3. I had a Coke and some aspirin and that's all I had for hours, and the headache died off a little bit. 

I finally ate something - some peanut crackers - and got a bit more awake. I listed 15 small things that were easy to list and I could line up on the desk here, so no reaching for them on the floor, which might make my headache worse. Then I made some instant noodles with slices of beef, very spicy, and that went OK so then I got busy putting tons of things away that I'd listed that were really piling up in the office. 

I had the place all neat and clean when Ken came by at his usual time, and I got my check, and Ken brought a few more things to sell, and also gave me a letter from the IRS. Now, I'd just sent off one to them because they wanted me to, essentially, give them permission to check into things and see if they owe me any money for the earned income tax credit. Now this one, which is a bill for just under $150. And they want it pretty quickly, too. By November 7th. This is like corresponding with a pen pal who likes to send money back and forth. 

Ken and I hung out and talked about things as usual, and he left a bit after midnight. I made out a check and will send this 2nd letter to the IRS tomorrow. I think it's a fine for getting my taxes in a bit late; I seem to remember being a day or two late and thinking it might not matter. That's my fault there, and I'll make sure I'm early next time. 


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