Some Notes On "Some Notes On The Apparent Passage Of Time"

First off, I ain't planning on goin' away; I blog mostly to amuse myself. If it entertains others as well, that's great -- but if I was doing this for the egoboo, I'd've run plain out, screaming, a long time back.

Second, I was feeling the cold breeze of Time on the back of my neck. This happens more and more as the years add up, they tell me.

Third, you're all special, one way or another. Blue ribbon or short-bus? That's between you and yourself!
* * * I am presently relaxing in the warm -- okay, slightly sweaty -- glow of having done my taxes. Can't find hide nor hair of 2014s, though I know I did 'em. So this year got printed out and put in a nice file folder with all the preceding years, way back to the time I made up for (mumblety-mumble) years of owing the Feds money that I could only pay back by letting them eat every refund. (Memo to self: owning rental property is probably not for me, unless I get a whole lof ot help filing tax returns.) About a decade after that mess, I came into a big lump of overtime and squared up with IRS and their Hoosier kid-sister agency, and have since striven to avoid further problems, mostly by being too small to be worth squashing.

Later today, Decisions: mow the lawn or go for a nice late lunch at Public Greens?