Friday, March 14, 2025 – Day 213

Friday, March 14, 2025

Good morning and Happy St. Patrick’s Day weekend! ☘️

We have an early dentist appointment this morning, and I’m already bracing myself. I seriously considered making my last cleaning my last cleaning—my teeth don’t hurt, so why bother? But I like my dentist, Dr. Julie. Not the cleaning, just her. We always have a great “conversation,” which consists of her asking thoughtful questions while I respond with muffled grunts.

Dr. Julie: So, how’s tax season going?
Me: Mmmph!
Dr. Julie: Wow, sounds intense! Cindy doing well?
Me: Grmphh!
Dr. Julie: Oh, that’s great to hear!

It’s a perfect system—she talks, I drool (more and more these days), and somehow, we both feel like we’ve caught up. Between Cindy and I, we will spend three hours at the dentist…just for cleaning. That is how much our dentist talks. She does everything from start to finish, including a 15 minute discussion before we even start.

My siblings think I’m nuts for willingly going to the dentist after our childhood trauma with Dr. Bezik, a man whose approach to dentistry was straight out of a medieval torture manual. Novocain? Optional. Pain? Expected. I still think he had a second life as an interrogator (in WW II) before settling in Waukegan.

Meanwhile, tax season madness continued. We were running over three hours behind, and a few clients gave up and left. The highlight? A 90-something couple who wanted to see if filing separately would save them money. I explained they’d need two appointments, but since we were booked, one of them would have to find a paid preparer. That ended that debate real fast. Even still, their appointment took 90 minutes, plus another 90 in Quality Review—but we had fun, and they even let me take a picture of them.

By the time I got home, I was done. Cindy carried in my computer bag while I perfected my Couch Plop technique.

Just as I was ready to collapse, the plumber arrived at 5:30 p.m. He worked until 9:00 p.m. and still didn’t finish. The good news? The bidet works. The bad news? Cindy fully expects me to flood the bathroom this weekend. She’s probably right.

I probably should have gone to bed early, but that felt weird. Bear, on the other hand, put himself to bed at 8:00 p.m. No debate, no hesitation—just sleep. I should take notes and learn to follow him…he’s not shy.

Have a great Friday and fun weekend.

Love you guys!❤️