Before Life Got All Real

we got our taxes to the accountant. (Yes, we still use an accountant, because a) the whole thing is terrifying and b) our situation is sufficiently complex and the business terrifies us, that an accountant is worth the money.) It seems we're getting a nice refund. Which means that at last we can replace Avocado's creaky old computer, about which she complains ceaselessly.

Must remember that the refund is not the IRS's annual salary check for underearning writers, and must keep up with the job search...