Larry Archer's World (LarryArcher.blog)

This has been a painful week for me. First, it was tax day, then I had to replace two of my air conditioning units, and finally, it was Wifey’s birthday. I can’t remember if she is still twenty-one or possibly twenty-nine, but the best option is to keep my mouth shut and wish her happy birthday, whichever it is.

Last year, banks were paying around 5% on savings, and that’s a good thing, but I didn’t think it through and ended up paying a chunk of money to the tax man as I hadn’t withheld enough. But I guess that’s a good problem to have.

Air conditioning units in the Southwest take a beating and give up the ghost pretty quickly. Our house has three AC units; I’d replaced one before COVID. The other two were swapped out yesterday for high-efficiency models, which were nearly twice as expensive as the first one I swapped out. At least I won’t have to worry about them for another fifteen years or so.

I asked Foxy what she wanted for her birthday, and she replied, “Money!” She and one of her girlfriends left town for a weekend poker tournament along with my money. I assume she’s on the table nonstop, as I’ve only gotten some cryptic text messages saying she’s still alive. Luckily, she’s reasonably lucky, and with the pandemic in the rearview mirror, she’s back at the Texas Hold’em tournaments.