Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Got a panicked tear-stained voicemail message Saturday morning from a woman whose husband died on Christmas Eve. She'd forgotten to pay the January 15 estimated tax payment because she was confused and overwhelmed with lawyers and paperwork. Here's a frightening implication for the rest of us: Her husband was well organized, she was familiar with their financial affairs, and yet the tasks that have fallen into her lap coupled with her grief seem insurmountable.
The real lesson here is that one never knows when the errant concrete truck will plummet down a 9% grade, with dead steering and brakes afire destined to strike us dead in the marked crosswalk.
Let's not leave a shambles for the better half, or the left-behind half as the case may be. Get Your Stuff Together. And while your at it, how about writing that final love letter, notes to your kids, and goodbyes to your friends.
Mr. Goodbar sez: Do It Today.
As Ever, TWC
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