As many of you know, I've been wrestling with my accountant and the IRS over some "tax issues." It was one of the reasons why I viewed it as absolutely necessary to return to the US for a while. And today, when I checked my "home" mailbox in Minneapolis, lo and behold, there was a contrite-looking little check from the IRS for $6,468.52. I feel… vindicated.
Now, I will acknowledge that some of this money will rotate right back out, again. I have to pay my accountant for the quality time we spent together. And I suspect the "2001 tax-year odyssey" will require a return of at least some of those funds to the government. So it's not "mine, all mine," yet.
Still, it was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting less than half of that amount. And it's what you might call an "I'm jus' sayin'" moment. I'm jus' sayin'.