Tuesday

Nabal blew a gasket this morning after coming in from the tax preparer. He even figured a way to blame me. Said I hadn't told him to take some things. As I left the house the day before going to a funeral about 2 hours away, he was talking to his buddy the preparer. He talked to the preparer to get what he needed to take and I got some things together and labeled them. He is mad because he has to pay to get them done and the previous years straightened out. He really wants me to do them and blames me for not doing them, but I can't do company taxes, not with all the things he has going on. I so hope I can do my taxes separately this year. Later the car he was driving broke down on him a ways down in the county. Our boy finished all his work and has finished high school.

I realized I lead a solitary existence and that's gotta stop...