April is the cruelest month.
8:13 p.m.
The good news is that I am getting a healthy refund from both feds and queds, having overpaid both with quarterly instalments in the first half of last year. The bad news is that my income has dropped so low (I hardly have any students anymore and my investment interest is way down) that my daughter, a full-time student, made almost as much as I did. It hardly seems fair, somehow.
I did get out of the house for about an hour, though, to teach my college student who didn’t get to go over everything in her lesson on Friday. Otherwise I have been here all day, poring over forms, trying to figure out what a PPIP is and whether I overpaid in my EI contributions, and various things like that. Enough! We shall now speak of other things.
Ed is composing a combination script from Byron’s Manfred and the various Faust plays to mount sometime early in the summer, and would be delighted if I would be involved. He thinks I would make an awesome Nemesis. I kind of like the idea of being awesome. I think it’s right up my alley. Awesome El. They’ll be talking about me for generations to come. “How awesome was she?” “She was so awesome she could make a person drop dead just from wishing it.” “Wow! That’s pretty damned awesome!”
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