Well, there is good news and there is bad news. It always seems to work out that way.
First the good news. My aching lower back is all better. You know that stretching exercise that runners do where they lean against something and stretch their hamstrings and calves? That very exercise is like a pain killer for my lower back.
I spent a bunch of time trying to push walls down in my house yesterday. Then I carefully went for a ride in the basement. No problems. I woke up today pain free. I pushed on some more walls then decided to brave the wind and the cold. Off I went on the Cross Check. The two and a half miles to and from the drug store were sweet. So I headed out again. This time on a Mount Vernon Trail meander through Old Town to Four Mile Run on the Alexandria/Arlington border. Then I reversed course and headed back down Commonwealth Avenue because it’s a lovely street and because it’s the street that my college was on. (Except that was in Boston. And the locals pronounced it Cawm Ave.)
Anyway my riding amounted to 25 miles and I am feeling no pain. I even did my full array of back exercises – the ones that Mrs. Rootchopper calls yoga.
No worries. With plenty of energy left, I sat down to do our taxes.
Our tax situation this year was complicated. There were so many changes for us last year, mostly related to retirement.
So the bad news is that we under withheld. By a LOT. Holy smokes.
I wrote this on my tax form:
YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE. TOP OF THE WORLD, MA!
Then I paid the man.
So when you hear that the deficit is getting bigger, don’t blame me.