then i cleaned out the front of my walk-in closet. the easiest part. consisting of mostly stuff i threw out and some more reciepts that i filed. there is a good chance that we'll be able to deduct our medical expenses this year.
then we have to get a lawyer because we've failed to file before.
my attention to details has been missed around here. mostly by me. i don't know how doc deals with things, he keeps it inside. but each little thing i can do to sort things out makes our whole lives just a little better. he had too much to deal with. i understand that. now. taking care of me and working one to two jobs and getting me to the doctor and taking care of the accounting and handling all the money.
i created this thing i see sometimes as a prison. and funny enough, i have the keys.
i was hoping to sleep until this time. i guess i'll keep on with the closet until i wear myself out with it and trips to the dumpster. i space them out because the stairs are murder on my aging knees and i whimper about it.
i'm so craving human interaction. someone come visit me. i'll make you laugh. i'll make you a margarita on the rocks.