Also, odd possibly awkward moment.

Phone rings.

Me: Thank you for calling [Company}, this is Joe, how can I help you?

Caller: Is [my Supervisor] available?

Me: May I tell her who's calling?

Caller: Yes, it's Julie from [my Temp Service].

Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?

Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?

Nope. Your supervisor has been so impressed with your work that they want to hire someone else from the temp service as well!

I shouldn't be concerned, right?

I wouldn't be too worried -- agencies call to check in on how things are going without any particular incident. I suspect that Supervisor calling Temp Service would be a more immediate sign of trouble.

I wouldn't worry - your company is Julie's client, so she's going to be the one sending them temps. Doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you. [Or what Amych said.]

Plans are good, as is ibuprofen. I'm very sorry to hear about the Great Pants Rebellion of Aught 8.

I have hit stare-blanky-at-wall levels of tired. I need to seek coffee STAT.

Emeline has decided she does not like pants. She screamed and whined for a half hour this morning about her severe dislike of pants.

... and tomorrow, it could be severe dislike of the color orange. because, you know - toddler.

seriously. in our house this morning, it was the fact that the bagel was cut in pieces.

also strange night last night - sprog woke several times with nightmares (possibly related to last night's "hitting people is not good" discussion), and then the power went out at least on our block if not everywhere, and then this morning, DH's alarm did manage to go off, but somewhat left of the NPR station so it sounded like a jackhammer session conducted by jimi hendrix, with a few words from Fresh Air thrown in.

Sorry for all the sucky mornings y'all are having. Me? I just have knee pain. And a schedule which says I've got to be back at the house where I got clocked in the nose last week. What a life, what a life.

Could you wear pads and a catcher's mask? It IS getting to be baseball season.

Well, that would be good for a few laughs at least.

As I understand it, the cost basis is the worth of the stock the day your relative died. If it's now worth more, you'll pay long-term capital gains on the difference between the cost basis and the current value. Considering that the market is down, you might not have anything to pay, unless the amount of inheritance is high enough to be subject to inheritance taxes. If it is, congratulations!

That's our understanding, too--and the stock has, as of this point, gone down since she died in early January. But if the money does turn out to be there, we'll be sure to work with appropriate financial and legal professionals to sort out the tax ramifications.

As for keeping the money in stock and collecting dividends, that's certainly an option, but my gut is against it for two reasons: A) it's all in one company, and I'd feel safer with a more diversified portfolio, and B) it's in one of the major oil companies, and I don't really like them.

But don't congratulate us until we actually know it's there, you know? The will dates to 1997, and she was living off a combination of dividend income and selling off little pieces of her considerable stock portfolio all along, and we just really don't know yet. There may be nothing left. It may be smaller than we think. For now, it's frankly kinda stressful and crazy-making, because it's so hard not to think of what neighborhood we might buy a house in or what car we'd get to replace that damn '96 Contour when it's still possible this will all fall through.