…we squeaked in. Or will, when I figure out the state business tax.

Our tax stuff is on a different computer, not the laptops; and we don’t get money in some quarters, so we can forget the date, and we’re always having to count on our fingers (literally—is it January February March April or is it January February March?) to figure when the quarter is (quick, HOW many months in the year? And is the deadline the 15th for the state or the 30th of the month following the quarter or is it the reverse?)

We are not accountants. We are not normally aware what day of the week it is unless it’s trash day; and we don’t know if it’s a weekend, and we don’t know what the date is, and we’re not always sure what month it is; we don’t have a visible clock, for that matter, except on the kitchen appliances, which may or may not be right, and our computers. So when we’re working hard, time gets away from us. And the quarterly reporting cycles—we try to be careful and we try to be on time, but sometimes the notices we sign up for with the state get buried in all the offers for viagra and I don’t always check my e-mail except to weed the junk before it gets epic. We can’t even find the desk surface, at the moment—things we need to file come in, and things we need to create get laid on top of them, and it ends up a multilevel sandwich that has to be sorted, but I’m behind turn-in time on this book and that’s kinda important…