Alexa cheerfully reported a rainy-snowy day was on tap. But, instead we go stuck in a “snow hole”. Nevermind, it was still bleak, cold and taxing…
Taxing, because I was doing my taxes. Or rather getting my taxes ready for “my guy” to do. One of the 1099 forms I got said I was dead for half the year. Not sure which half. Not sure it matters. But, I’d rather get it fixed than have my guy who works by the hour get it fixed. I was on hold until Shamu the Phone’s battery died trying to get it fixed.
Also, I noted a major drop in one of my income categories. Either something is wrong or something else is wrong. Research is required. I suspect it is due to the general decay of Carlton’s fixed income yield structure. And, there isn’t much I can do about that.
The Old Bat Cave is going to be on the Asylum’s open house tour next Monday. Since we don’t have any vacancies – the only way prospective residents get to see the apartments is to see real apartments lived in by real little old ladies. Which must be pretty hard on our marketing department in these days of carefully staged houses and apartments.
