I attribute my clueless state to the recent lack of sleep related to my procrastination in gathering tax documents until the last possible minute—and I do mean last possible minute. I completed the taxes in the wee hours the morning of the 15th, and then made a copy at work. I get off work at 4pm (when I get off on time) and the post office closes at 4:30. It’s usually a 10-15 minute hike out to the car since I park in the back-forty and have to go around construction work.As I drove to the Post Office at 4:20, I glance down at my gas gauge, thinking I should still have at least 10 miles to go before I hit empty. Nope. I forgot I came the back way to work, and although it’s a quicker trip because there is less construction delays, it’s a longer route.
My gas read 0 miles to empty.
Ack! I audibly gasped and pulled into the nearest gas station—and, because I’m clueless and sleep-deprived, I did the walk of shame—I’m still not used to my gas tank being on the wrong side. Luckily there was an appropriate pump available so I swung around to that pump and pumped gas really fast.Back on the road, I rechecked the clock. It was going to be close, but I could still make it.
As it happened, I pulled in at 4:29 with just seconds before they locked the door.At first the Post Mistress tried to tell me to just put it in the box and it will get the date stamp, but then she saw the yellow pick-up stub I had and relented.
So the taxes are in the mail—and I have received my books from my favorite bestselling author Traci Borum. Life is good.And I actually do know that L comes before M, and N comes after. Of course, that knowledge may be a direct result of the 11 hours of sleep I received last night.