Death, Taxes, You know...

Procrastination is the fine art of using up all of your spare time, so that when you finally sit down to accomplish a task, you are in the proper state of panic.

I started doing the taxes and of course, I am taking time out to blog, which hasn't happened in four months. I'm only a fraction of the way through the process and am actively stalling, just to make it harder on myself.

Lots going on in the next four days, too. We may be holding a dinner party here tonight, which means cleaning the house. I've got a meeting the night of the 15th, which means there is a hard stop to the work earlier than in past years.

My favorite year involved having a printer die on the evening of the 15th, having to drive to work and loading software on a machine there, getting everything printed out and finished at 11:43pm and then flying at 90 mph down route 93 to South Station in Boston where postal carriers were collecting envelopes on the street. I got there on the dot of midnight.

I got plenty of time...maybe I'll tune in the Masters.