I got a notice from the IRS in the mail on Saturday. It’s a formality, another bureaucratic form to be completed, no big deal. Regardless of my casual Monday morning position, I did think about the irksome envelope all weekend. I did my part, in keeping a paper pusher employed, and filled it out, ready for return in today’s mail. After it was done, I rewarded myself with a short union break at the WordPress water cooler. I like it here. I like being here with all of you. I like knowing that you experience many of the same feelings I do and that when things are good, or bad, I can find someone who will make me smile or nod my head in recognition.
Harper Faulkner started a movement this morning. I’m linking some of the blogs I read with the thought that you will enjoy them too. Doug offers very clever poems that make me envious of his writing agility. Mae’s writing resonates; John’s does too. Annie has adventures in photography and spirit. Margaret has interesting things to say about writing. Azhar Ali writes about everything, including elevator etiquette and politics.
I should be working. More work could result in less notices; we’ll never know, will we? I’m spreading the love. If you’re not among the listed bloggers it’s because I really have to go back to work.