This is my designated "tax day." You know how it is. I'm swimming in papers, shuttling between computer, file cabinet, and 2011 calendar. It is about 80 degrees outside. I look out the window and see green pasture and trees swelling with early spring pink. But I can't budge. I'm stuck.
Later.
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