RoCkInG The Boat!

		Tuesday, March 24, 2009
		We Are Spirits In The Material World Finally got the first good night's sleep I've had in nearly a week, although I probably could have easily slept another three or four hours, considering how much I've been shorted over that same period of time. Still, it's nice to be able to pull in a lungful of air without feeling like I'm going to cough up an actual lung on the exhale; now it's just a regular cough, probably due to all the irritated tissue down in there. Of course, even being sick hasn't prevented me from continuing to swim in the deep-end of the tax prep-pool; including a full day on Sunday, I had evening appointments scheduled last night, and more of the same tonight, only because I couldn't fit them in anywhere else. After this it's back to the normal Sunday/Monday evening schedule through to the end. So far, things haven't gotten too ugly, that is, no insanely complicated returns, although, as is usually the case, I've dealt with a couple of people already who are going to have to sit down with a nice rep from the IRS and hash out a payment plan; unfortunate for them, but then, I'm just the messenger. After finishing up last night (mercifully, an hour ahead of schedule), I stopped by the theatre to check on facilities items: inventorying soft-goods, and unlocking the dumpsters for early Tuesday a.m. disposal. I haven't been there for maybe nine or ten days, not that long really, but for me that's an unusually long stretch. And of course, in that time I've missed some things; the hallway has a new paint scheme, some furniture has been rearranged, and a lovely, yet sort of creepy photo display had been hung, presumably for the fundraiser that was held over the weekend that I missed because of being flat-on-my-back-in-bed. It was a little eerie seeing all the changes, made me feel a bit like a ghost wandering through, particularly since the public areas were deserted, although there was a rehearsal going on on-stage and I was trying to be quiet while I moved around the space; I don't think anyone even knew I was there. "Ghost in the machine" indeed... Labels: Annex, Illness, taxes Posted byCOMTE on 3:20 PM

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