‘tis the season

Nią sighed.
Even though sorting W-2s, 1099s, and property tax receipts was in her wheelhouse, the job was not in her top ten.

Thalia snort-laughed, reveling in her let’s-nick-this good fortune. “Looooooooo-k!” Her fingers gesticulated, drawing all eyes to the screen. “It’s perrrrr-fekt! Tony calls his little chihuahua pup — Naaaaaa-cho!”

“He’s more than an accountant… he’s our… friend.” Calliope thought back — almost thirty years — to when they hired help for ciphering duplex depreciation. Her smile rivaled the morning shine streaming through window glass. “Let’s give him the drawing this afternoon!”

We should be choosing what we want to keep, not what we want to get rid of.
~ Marie Kondo