Taking a night off

Those of you who are feeling well can rest easy in the notion that when you get up in the morning to go to work, or to look for work, or just go fishing, that your throat probably won't feel lousy when you get underway.  Tonight, I'm taking it easy (almost indistinguishable from my usual routine) in order to stave off feeling bleagh.

But I posted anyway.

No taxation without administration

Taxes are complicated, no matter what they tell you.  If you run a wee business from your house, or if you finally scrape up enough dough and elbow grease to get a place in the woods that you can rent out, you can be sure that you will be soon digging for the numerical answers to numerous inquiries so you can enter them in the magical software that makes sense of all of it, does all the math, and checks your work.

I don't mind paying as much as I mind filing.

The long and winding road

Working is, the saying goes, for people who can't fish.  I've been fishing a few times.  I didn't really warm to it.  Now work, on the other hand, I seem to keep going back to repeatedly.  I think I actually like it more than fishing.

So, now that the company I work for has been bought, all sorts of things are coming down the pike.  Since I'm now an employee of a publicly traded company, I'll be circumspect.

Looks like in the coming year we'll be growing, a LOT, in the current facility.  Since I'm in charge of the a lot of the parts that will be growing, I think it's going to keep me pretty busy.  If current conditions are a guide, I'll be well rewarded.

Let's just say I'm OKAY with all of that.  If I need fish, I can get it at the grocery store.