Tax time and T4 slips

I had planned on going into the office on Tuesday. I decided to work from home instead.

I wear contact lenses. On Monday, my right contact lens ended up tearing while I was at work. I took it out.

It's a good thing that my nearsightedness is slight. I function just fine without a corrective lens on my right eyeball. It allows my eye to breathe. So, I will work from home and continue having my eyeball breathe and heal.

Tax season is here. In Canada, we get an employment income receipt, which is also known as a T4 slip. At work, I got an e-mail, saying that this slip was available to download from our payroll application.

My guy is oddly not on this e-mail distribution list. He is often left in the dark about such matters. I always remember to forward him this information.

"Hey, sweetie. Your T4 is available if you're dying to do your taxes today," I said to him.
"Thanks, sweet thing. You know me so well. I will probably do my taxes in late April," he admitted.
"I know. It's who you are," I noted.

I am the opposite. In recent years, I tend to complete my tax return in March. In the past, I would end up doing it in mid-April, simply because I was a grad student and my term ended in late April.

I'll need to buy tax software soon. Ah, the joys of doing one's taxes!

Reminiscing about my eyesight these days

I have been nearsighted since I was sixteen years old. The nice part about my nearsightedness is that it has never been a horrible prescription.

For a few years after getting my first pair of glasses, I could still get away with not wearing my glasses all the time. It wasn't until I got my first pair of contact lenses towards the end of my undergraduate years that I embraced my prescription.

I have been working from home these past couple of days. On Wednesday, I did a quick outing. I hopped in my car and drove off.

It wasn't until I was at the stop sign at the end of my street that I realized that I wasn't wearing my contact lenses. I was letting my eyeballs breathe. I didn't have my glasses with me, either. Yet, my sight was pretty good. I continued to drive to run my errand and was fine.

My right eye has gone through an eye stroke back in March. It's amazing how far I have come. My eyesight these days reminds me of being sixteen years old again. It's neat. I am just glad that I'm not that age!