Lo, the days were accomplished, and in the hills and throughout the lands there was much rejoicing and the sweet sound of song filled the gentle airs.
No, not Easter.
I put off doing my taxes. “I’ll get around to it,” I kept saying. With the Ides of April deadline staring me in the face, I knew I had to sit down and do them.
Why did I put them off? I wasn’t expecting to owe anything this year — and indeed, I didn’t.
Last year, I bungled things slightly. My federal taxes were fine. My state taxes, I wound up owing a couple of hundred dollars. I took steps to avoid a repeat; I rejiggered my state withholding.
And it worked out.
Still, why did I put it off?
Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
In the mail the returns go tomorrow.