Sex and taxes

The thing that sucks about working a contract in an office is the time away from home fucking Maestro. We figured 3x/day was still doable. Morning, after work, and bedtime, right? The problem with that plan is the 5am and 6am wakeup 2-3 times per week. If we leave an hour for fucking, well, neither of us can quite muster the energy for fucking at 4 to 5am. And then after work commitments can cut into our evening time.

Last night I sat with an accountant for an hour to do my taxes. Oh so not sexy! But necessary to keep everyone happy. And it’s nice to have it done for a year (except for the paying part of it!)

I’m not complaining at all because sex with Maestro, whenever I can get it, is worth any scheduling logistics. And it makes me appreciate even more having him in my life. Scarcity always makes the value of desirable things go up.