- I have to file my taxes today.
- It snowed. A lot. The sweet life and burgeoning vitality of spring is buried under a thick wet layer of cold death. Our chickens, who were so recently pecking around the grass beneath the oaks, are locked in the barn. I’m huddled by the wood stove a like a freezing Medieval peasant.
Can I rationally blame the IRS for the terrible weather? No. Do I? Yes!
People on the verge of cabin fever must be forgiven a certain amount of irrationality. Doubly so on tax day.