New plan. As soon as I stepped into my condo the phone rang. A friend wants to go to an art show. I have a policy of never saying “no” to any social invitation, unless I have prior plans. (Leaving me in a deadly trap if I’m ever invited to see a male stripper.)
Taxes do not count as prior plans. More like nebulous arrangements. (Note: They do consist of selling and buying of foreign stocks, so it is not a simple job.) I guess I’m pushing it back to Friday. Wow, that’s a fun Friday night. Taxes! I think I’ll stick some laundry in there too.