I wrote this to Sean:
I just remembered I had a bad dream last night. That you and Nora and I went somewhere like a museum or theater, and we ended up sitting separately. And I was mad because it happened all the time because I always got lost. And I was mad because you guys never made any effort to come find me, I always had to track you guys down in past. So I decided to not waste my time trying to find you guys and I went and slept somewhere in a secret room in the theater. But then I had to leave and I decided to go to New York and get a really expensive hotel room and make you guys miss me. And I was figuring out on my phone how to disconnect you guys couldn’t track me down.
I don’t think this dream is about you guys. I think I want tax season to be over. 😆
I worked for 11 1/2 hours today. I worked to some degree on 18 returns — several of them big messy multi-million dollar returns — getting 7 of them far enough along for review. For most of the day, my brain was laser focused on organizing info, writing notes and emails, and reviewing that numbers matched. 








