By 10am I actually had all my tax stuff organized for my CPA to deal with. I would publicly like to thank Jill Arnow for being bored at the church last week and going through my box of unorganized papers and organizing them into various piles that actually made sense, and made the tax stuff much easier to deal with.
Need to drop tax stuff off a the accountants, need to go to the bank and deposit checks and get cash since all mine went to pay Gnarlene for the dump runs yesterday. Then I can come home and pack for my two and a half week trip to Australia and New Zealand. Maybe this time I won’t end up in a foreign country with odd clothing.
Flight is at 4:20 to LAX, then an overnight long flight to Sydney. Thanks to Jill I’m not on the bus, she picked me up (and her wine) for a ride to the airport. Minor snafu at the airport with my visa to enter Australia, like it wasn’t in the system — it didn’t help that the check-in desk I was at had a faulty passport reader. Talk about panic on my part until they got it into the system finally. Luckily it was the middle of the afternoon and there wasn’t a line behind me.
Drinks and lunch in the Board Room, drinks and dinner at LAX. Exhausted already. At least I had the entire left hand bulkhead row to myself — too bad the arms don’t come up in that row.
Staying close to the airport in Sydney since I’ll be wiped out, and I need to be back at the airport the next morning to pick up the van for our excursion up the coast.
Timing is bad for the trip with the Rose Street house under construction, and the renters moving out of the Oly house. Oh well.
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