tresdon gave me a ride home. And as we got inside I said, "I can't believe this is my house." I definitely felt like I came home to the wrong house. I mean every time I have gone to California for Xmas, at least every time for the last 9 years, I have always come home to the same apartment. THAT felt like home. And the last 2 years I always came home to Meushi meowing for me after my long absence and quicksilver1. Now quicksilver1 is in Iraq and the home is completely different. My room felt like a stranger's room. The whole place is too nice for anything I could be possibly living in. I don't live in a two story townhome with vaulted ceilings and sklylight windows. What the hell?I am slowly starting to acclimate today. But I was definitely thrown off last night. This is not the home I am accustomed to coming back to. I don't even know whose life this is. Well, at least until I sat down to work in my home office today. I sure do recognize having a huge pile of backed up stuff to do!
Speaking of that, I need to formulate what all I need to have done before my bookkeeper comes by Friday to do my annual profit statement. So for myself, here it is:
- File receipts
- Group receipts by category
Print PayPal Balance- Put together bank statements
Reformat party payment numbers- Reformat class payment numbers
- Reformat pole workshop numbers
- Reformat lap dance workshop numbers
- Type up list of checks written since bookkeeper's last visit
