Ah, life...and taxes...

I started pulling together my tax information, today. six weeks later than I usually do. I haven't even contacted my CPA, yet, to see when she can fit me in to do it. Not that I'm in any rush. I'd have to pay something, as usual...but I'm thinking I may refuse.

I don't want my taxes used by Felon47's administration for anything they do. The war in Iran. Handing my tax dollars to billionaires. Paying to have that bastard's name emblazoned over everything like we're fucking North Korea or the USSR under Stalin.

Hell, I may not even file a tax return, this year. See what happens. Except I already know. I got into trouble with the IRS once, nearly 40 years ago. I made a mistake on one tax return for $200 and they acted like I was trying to bankrupt the country. Took a couple of years to get it settled, and that was over nothing. That's also when I started using a CPA.

I don't know what to do, I'm so sick at heart at seeing what's happening to the country. I protest. I howl online. And write my reps demanding they stop politicking and start DOING something to stop him. And none of it works. So I spiral into sadness.

On top of it, Chapter 19 of TN was really brutal. It included things I really do not like, such as water sports and biting hard enough to draw blood. A touch of sexual terrorism. I know some erotic writers have no trouble with this; I've read sone and backed away. My core is still very vanilla. 

Hell, I'm having a glass of milk, right now, to help me center myself. That's always been my go-to when I'm spiralling.

Must be the Norwegian in me.