Last night I joined Franklin and Penelope outside. While they concentrated on the Earth, I looked to the stars. I turned to look at more and more until I was dizzy. They were so beautiful. Here, in the middle of this big city, in the middle of my backyard, I was at the base of the universe and I could see the soul of infinity.
I know I haven't blogged much lately, and I probably won't blog much for a while because I have everything I need to do my taxes. It takes me a while. I have to make sure I find every deduction. Although I've already made a substantial payment to the IRS, every year I wonder, will they owe me money or will I owe them money? I shouldn't owe them money. I'm not supposed to owe them money.
Yet I worry that I've made a mistake and will somehow end up needing to send them a check.
Too bad I'm not "smart" like the president so I don't have to pay taxes.
Infinities of love,
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