On The Plus Side
May. 8th, 2010 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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umbran being unemployed is that we owe a heck of a lot less in taxes than I had been assuming that we would. Our deadbeat accountant, who has been promising us that he'd send us our tax information "by the end of the week" for a month now (and failing to contact us or follow up every single time) just finally delivered the numbers over the phone, and they're.... surprisingly manageable. To the tune of about $15,000 less than I had been assuming.
That makes life a lot easier, at the moment. Husband is on his way to the accountant's house to physically get the paperwork from him, since we don't trust him to actually deliver them at this point, and I no longer need to spend my morning at the bank sucking money out of my savings account in anticipation of writing five-figure checks.
Between this and the fact that I actually managed about six hours of sleep last night (thanks to the triple assault of codeine, full-body massage, and being read to sleep), the world is a much less threatening place. I'm still headachey, tired, and emotionally wrung out, but I no longer feel completely lost and defeated. And if I can make it back up to here, I can make it the rest of the way through whatever else gets thrown at me. I just need to remember to take it one step at a time....
umbran being unemployed is that we owe a heck of a lot less in taxes than I had been assuming that we would. Our deadbeat accountant, who has been promising us that he'd send us our tax information "by the end of the week" for a month now (and failing to contact us or follow up every single time) just finally delivered the numbers over the phone, and they're.... surprisingly manageable. To the tune of about $15,000 less than I had been assuming.That makes life a lot easier, at the moment. Husband is on his way to the accountant's house to physically get the paperwork from him, since we don't trust him to actually deliver them at this point, and I no longer need to spend my morning at the bank sucking money out of my savings account in anticipation of writing five-figure checks.
Between this and the fact that I actually managed about six hours of sleep last night (thanks to the triple assault of codeine, full-body massage, and being read to sleep), the world is a much less threatening place. I'm still headachey, tired, and emotionally wrung out, but I no longer feel completely lost and defeated. And if I can make it back up to here, I can make it the rest of the way through whatever else gets thrown at me. I just need to remember to take it one step at a time....
