After 16 tax seasons with redozdachs my method of coping has devolved into sharing his pain by being equally focused on non-fun things.
Since arriving home from the pre-tax-season cruise, I haven't managed to edit and publish the photographs from the trip.
But, I have:
- Completed a website for a Unitarian Universalist minister looking for an interim assignment. The picture for this post is of the minister, Rev. John Marsh, and comes from that site.
- Completed a site for a Scottsdale Certified Public accounting firm.
- Updated another interim minister's site.
- Reconstructed a site for a non-profit that promotes economic development in Transylvania.
- Assumed web master responsibilities and updated the Metropolitan Community Church San Francisco web pages.
- Continued my regular web and marketing work for redozdachs' San Francisco CPA firm, Theatre Rhino, and several other clients with smaller needs while doing volunteer PR or web work for my church, a free Tenderloin after-school program, a Tenderloin Street Ministry, and (who am I leaving out??)!
- Joined the Golden Gate Business Association and one of its Business Exchange Networks.
Sure, there have been cocktail hours at 440 Castro (too many, perhaps), but no blogging, fun photo shooting, or much else to separate me from the suffering accountants of this country. And, there were many spare-time tasks to counterbalance the drinks such as "upgrading" to Office 2007, buying and configuring a new laptop, and installing Carbonite (another good-for-you program that backs up your computer via the Internet).
This morning, after dropping redozdachs off for his Saturday tour of duty at work, spring hit me in the face. Maybe it was the pollen from the flowers? I decided not to go to the gym, Trader Joe's, and other places geared for productive hunting and gathering. Instead I have napped, read the instructions for the software I purchased months ago, beat the dogs, and picked at list of neglected "I'll finish this sometime" magazine articles.
I'm sorry that CPA's have another 10 days to go. I'd like to keep up the pace. But, one of us has to remain sane.