So, Robyn, our accountant, told me this morning that The Boy isn't a dependent anymore because he's not in college anymore. Throws off our entire tax estimate.

It's only money.

No flipping stomach. No anxiety. Mild headache and a little sense of OMG. Nothing that we can do now. Oh, well.

Next email from her was that she thinks that she adjusted for this when she figured our tax estimates. Good. Mild headache. No sense of OMG. I'm just too tired and beaten up to freak out about it this morning.

J#2 tonight. A nice break, although it will extend my day to 11 pm (no big deal. I've been working at the office late for weeks. Really late).

Have a great weekend, everyone! xoxo