I’m in that curious limbo-land between getting the final tax returns out and agreed and being able to pick up my “real” business life.

And I’m not talking about that Caribbean method of walking under a high jump – much too complicated for my back I’m afraid.

The online etymology dictionary gives the following derivation:

region supposed to exist on the border of Hell, reserved for pre-Christian saints (Limbus patrum) and unbaptized infants (Limbus infantum); c. 1300, from Latin limbo, ablative singular of limbus “edge, border”. In frequent use in Latin phrases such as in limbo (patrum), which is entirely Latin, but the in was taken as English and hence the Latin ablative became the English noun. Figurative sense of “condition of neglect or oblivion, place of confinement” is from 1640s.

And for clever clogs like me who have heard of Dante and his Inferno:

Canto IV of Dante’s Inferno describes the realm known as Limbo. This first circle of Hell is designed to hold unbaptized souls and souls that lived before the time of Christ. … Limbo is a sad place, without hope but lacking the violence of the other levels of Hell.

Still – pleased to know I’m only in the outer regions of Hell. Bulging eyes emoji…

Can’t say you don’t learn “stuff” reading these.

Maybe not USEFUL stuff but stuff nonetheless!

Could be worse

and probably will be. Sigh.

It’s spending a couple of hours talking to an optimist that does it.

That and a sore back from too many hours in uncomfortable chairs for one day.

Back to limbo for a moment.

No appointments Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday next week and probably all the information I’m going to get is in my possession with one teensy proviso.

My !*!* return.

Plenty of time if nothing untoward happens.

Total sh1t fest if it does.

And doing my return depresses the whatsit out of me. I wouldn’t want me as a tax case if I had a choice…

Tax case – basket case?

Would happily pay someone else to do it (if I could afford to do so which is only a maybe) and I know I would quote me at least a four figure sum to do it.

So the only way to deal with it properly would be to have started it two months ago

which I couldn’t

so I’m stuffed.

Talking to an optimist who I’ve fitted in an appointment five working days before the end of the tax year (who I would love to work with) only serves to accentuate the stress.

Ho hum (or hi hum as I misspelled a few months ago).

Love to have linked that but it’s giving me dozens of options and i haven’t misspelled it that many times (I hope)…

On an accentuate the positive move I can tell it was about five degrees warmer last night than the few nights before – my extremities (feet and hands – what were you thinking?) have warmed up again.

That’ll do for this week.

Virtually the whole day has gone and I need two returns out the door before close of play.

Then I go limbo out the door.

Bizarrely virtually NO images of the Caribbean limbo as freeware. So you get purgatory instead… Image by Jeroným Pelikovský from Pixabay