More of this and that

Susan and I will be spending a fair chunk of tomorrow getting air-bag repairs for our primary vehicle (one of those mandatory recall type things). They’ve been sending us notices for years, she finally got around to making an appointment.

Then, our state wants back-taxes payments. Which is going to take some working out, because I’m positive they think we owe so much because of the three years Susan lived in California … earning inflated California wages, but likewise paying inflated California state taxes. We got returns for those years submitted by a tax resolution corporation, and somehow they (and we) managed to miss that little detail where income for which taxes had already been paid to another state really shouldn’t have been reported to THIS state. I don’t doubt we’ll get a favorable resolution eventually, but for now it’s a mess.

Finally, we can both see the writing on the wall: it’s all but inevitable that both our jobs will soon require that we get Covid boosters, even though this silly crap has been going on for two years now and the dreaded Omicron variant shows every sign of being roughly as severe as the common cold … but by God we’re going to be ordered to get boosters, so by God we’ll do as ordered or get fired. Because this is America, where individual rights are no longer even a polite fiction. (They said if the country elected Trump, we’d find ourselves under a fascist government, and darned if they weren’t right.)

Slightly disgruntled, yeah.