What went before ONE: The taxes have come home. I need to rearrange money so I can write some hefty checks and get them in the mail while we still have mailmen in the state.
After I’ve done the rearranging, I do believe I’ll have a scone and a cup of tea.
Trooper has had his first dose of prednisone.
TWO: I have written the hefty checks. I have moved money around, including setting up the quarterly tax reminders. Nerve-wracking work. After I did all that, I went back to Steve’s office, as per protocol and explained what I had done and why, and asked if that agreed with his understanding of how we had agreed to handle the finances.
I didn’t hear an objection, so I guess we’re good to go, and I will be having the extra glass of wine this evening.
Tomorrow, I need to call the insurance and ask them what the heck they’ve decided about the bill from the walk-in clinic that they were going to get right back to me about, given that I now have a nasty-gram from said clinic informing me that my bill is past due.
Other than that, I’ll be baking a loaf of the Russian Black Bread and transcribing/expanding the scenes I wrote out by hand today. A quiet day — knock wood. I could really enjoy a quiet day about now.
Friday. Chilly. Raining like a hootenanny. Apparently this will be our day, except it may rain harder.
Breakfast was tomato and cheddar cheese sandwich. This used up the last two pieces of rosemary bread, which means — yep. Today, I bake.
I’m going to be baking a new loaf for me — Russian Black Bread. Back in the Before Times, when Steve and I were living in Lowergate Court, and were oh-so-very-broke, I used to bake a black bread that was awfully tasty. I long ago lost the recipe, and the only thing I remember is that it called for a cup of Strong Black Coffee and molasses. Today’s recipe calls for espresso powder and cocoa as well as molasses. So, well see how it goes.
In addition to baking a loaf of bread, I need to call the insurance, as previously noted, and I should probably start the laundry, but, honestly? — that may not happen, since I also want to write. Lunch will probably be fish of some kind. Maybe salmon cakes.
So, that’s what’s happening with me.
What’s happening with you?
What happened since: The bread’s in for its first rise.
The Police have graciously provided the title for today’s blog. “King of Pain.”
All of time since that song came out, I thought my soul up there was a black cat caught in a high tree top, which is why when I read the first fragments of what was to become Wolf in The Wind in Doors Into Change, I wondered if Pretty Boots might be a black cat.
And ever since, that verse of King of Pain is the theme song that starts playing in my head when I reread the the story: the maple tree and that bit of the song being forever linked, given why Bootsy kept escaping into the tree.
Thank heavens taxes are behind you for another year. Hope your day is more pleasant in spite of the weather. We’ve got both rain and wind, so it beats against my window everything once in a while. I’m not going out.