Beckoning Couch

March 2, 2010
Tuesday, 10:25 P.M.
Home

There are times, like tonight, when one of the last things I want to do is sit down and write in a blog. My couch is beckoning me like a petulant lover and in it's sweet, comforting embrace is where I long to be. Being the responsible student, though, my beckoning couch will wait for ten more minutes. I guess it isn't going anywhere, very like this entry, now that I think of it!

It's tax time and I spent the evening with my per diem boss putting a rather heavy stack of returns together. I use the term per diem boss on purpose. See it gives me a small sense of power, referring to this part-time arrangement, if I put the boss instead of myself in the role of per diem. That means I can fire him as a boss just as easily as he could fire me as the assistant bookkeeper. I wouldn't do it though. He is a beyond fair guy and it's a pleasure to work for him. If all goes according to plan, and I get this Accounting degree, he will play a large part in the security of my old age, guaranteeing that he can provide me with all the work I will ever need to succeed in my own home based business, affording me the opportunity to say goodbye to the daily grind I have found myself in for the past forty years. Aside from the beckoning couch, what more could a girl want?