Midweek Wednesday Wanderings

Now deep in the cave of tax season.

Wait.  What?

Midweek Wednesday Wanderings?  Isn't that a bit redundant?  Can you have a Wednesday Wanderings that isn't also midweek?

What can I say?

The soulless crush of tax season is rapidly dwindling away my imaginary impulses.  By the end, I may only be able to get in and out of the car as I further drown my creative juices in the waterfall of tax calculations.

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JAWS

Pixie

Oh, Pixie.  A few nights ago, Alison brought me Pixie, out chihuahua mix, holding back tears.  Pixie's mouth was open, and she seemed unable to close it.  We felt the side of her face, and feared that she had managed to dislocate her jaw.  She wasn't whimpering, but there was saliva dripping from her mouth and tears were forming in her eye.  She called the vet, and could not get a hold of him.   We looked online.  I found a vet hotline you could call, and while Alison was trying to contact that, I took another look at Pixie.  There was something big and black in her mouth.  Could it be part of her fallen jaw?  I got a flashlight and found that she had a large object wedged in her mouth.  Her jaw wasn't broken.  She had shoved into her mouth a large piece of mulch from the back yard.  We got it out and she hung her head in shame.  Pixie, now  renamed Mulchmouth.


THE FBI!!!

We now have a President under investigation by the FBI for criminal activity, and the name ain't Hilary Clinton.  It's our narcissistic bully-in-chief, Donald J Trump.  Most of the people around where I live are still in denial, but it's getting harder and harder to do that with a straight face.

I haven't said much about the Russian interference scandal because the story is so fast moving, you tend to be writing behind the current reporting of the horrendous and treasonous facts in this case.
But, believe me bigly, this is getting worse every day for the Trump administration.  

The electoral college has selected a dangerous and mentally unstable con man, but it appears increasingly likely that they elected one who has sold out American interests to the highest bidder.


TAX SEASON DRAG TIME

I try to comfort myself with the fact that tax season is now three quarters complete.  But it does no good as the tax returns, which are now mostly individuals, get more complicated and convoluted.  I am not an income tax specialist (most small firm CPAs are generalists, and not specialists), so I have to use more resources and brain power to get through them.  I can get through them, but they require more brain power. Did I say brain power?  Am I repeating myself?

And since I am not particularly swimming in brain power, that leaves less for other things.

I long to get back to my fiction writing again.

I have projects lined up like cord wood.

At least, I think I do.  Even they are beginning to fade.

Would you like fries with that tax return, sir?