Gaah. I hates me some income taxes. Been working on them the last couple of nights. Looks like we're pretty much breaking even this year—which is better than paying the government a bundle, but on the other hand...no extra spending money.
Did some enjoyable nighttime geocaching with Mrs. Death this evening. Went around some of the nearby business areas at which little microcaches have been hidden. Had some success—most notably finding a nanocache the size of a pencil eraser stuck to a beam on the back of a building. At one location, we found what we thought would be a cache, but it was not a cache, so we immediately put it back and vacated the premises, in case the not-quite-a-cache belonged to some hooligan named Luigi, who might have been spying on us from a distance.
Returned home and immediately heard the clatter of gunfire from the street behind us (which is not all that uncommon an occurrence); we're pretty sure it wasn't Luigi, though, as we're both still around to be taxed to death.