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Jan. 14th, 2005 11:36 amThe weather has evidently remembered that it's January. We've got snow on the ground again. At least I remembered to turn the heat back on before the temperature dropped 40 degrees last night.
For some reason I find it mildly depressing that I got my tax return forms in the mail already, and I have to wait until February or so to do anything about them. (And Massachusetts sent me a part-year resident return, despite the fact that I officially didn't live or make any money in Massachusetts at all last year. Silly people.) At least I don't have to remember until next winter what I spent on the new computer, because I paid sales tax on it, so I don't have to pay use tax besides.
Still waiting for e-mail. Sigh. I should probably go up to Satterfield and see if I've got any relevant mail. I wish that didn't involve putting on umpteen layers of clothes, though. After being reminded what warm weather is like, I really don't like this "sweater and coat and gloves and scarf and socks and boots" idea. I really wish I could convince that bit of my brain that arguing with the weather won't get it anywhere. Unfortunately, that bit of my brain is an incorrigible optimist. It keeps waiting for the weather to be warm again tomorrow, and the minute I go outdoors barefoot, it persuades the rest of my brain that winter is over and my sock drawer can be ignored for the next six months because it's time to break out the Tevas again. (No, I didn't go outdoors barefoot yesterday. I could've, though.)
Silly brain.
For some reason I find it mildly depressing that I got my tax return forms in the mail already, and I have to wait until February or so to do anything about them. (And Massachusetts sent me a part-year resident return, despite the fact that I officially didn't live or make any money in Massachusetts at all last year. Silly people.) At least I don't have to remember until next winter what I spent on the new computer, because I paid sales tax on it, so I don't have to pay use tax besides.
Still waiting for e-mail. Sigh. I should probably go up to Satterfield and see if I've got any relevant mail. I wish that didn't involve putting on umpteen layers of clothes, though. After being reminded what warm weather is like, I really don't like this "sweater and coat and gloves and scarf and socks and boots" idea. I really wish I could convince that bit of my brain that arguing with the weather won't get it anywhere. Unfortunately, that bit of my brain is an incorrigible optimist. It keeps waiting for the weather to be warm again tomorrow, and the minute I go outdoors barefoot, it persuades the rest of my brain that winter is over and my sock drawer can be ignored for the next six months because it's time to break out the Tevas again. (No, I didn't go outdoors barefoot yesterday. I could've, though.)
Silly brain.
