Friday seems to have marked the end of the first wave or tax filers at work. For the first time in a long time I wasn’t booked thoughout the day with walk-ins waiting in line just in case I was finished with my on-the-hour appointment. Of course it’s a little difficult to complain when you’re paid a percentage of the returns you handle.
However, working eight to nine hours a day for three weeks often without a lunch break is definitely tiring, and I was looking forward to this break before the last rush at the end of tax season.
Ironically, just as it appeared that I would have some extra time I came down with a cold or the flu. I actually left work early Friday, but instead of coming home and reading a poetry book, as I would have liked to do, I came home, took some Theraflu and went to bed early.
I’m not feeling much better this morning as Leslie noted when she saw me having chicken noodle soup for breakfast. How I long for the old days when my stay-at-home mother would make me stay in bed when I was sick and bring me anything I wanted when I would call downstairs piteously. There’s nothing quite as comforting as eating in bed and having your chest rubbed with Vicks Vapor Rub.
I’m not sure if I’m going to sleep until I recover or whether, as in my college days, I’ll lay in bed reading rather than sleeping. One way or the other, I’ll be back online shortly. I’m just not sure when.