This evening, after much procrastination, I finally mailed my taxes. In the unlikely event that I’m audited, I’d like the IRS to note that I felt vaguely guilty about getting a refund, that said refund isn’t very large, and that I was nearly run off the road by a driver who didn’t look where he was going on my way home from the post office. This had ought to count for something. And if not, perhaps you’ll be distracted by these purty pictures. You are feeling veerrryyy sleeeeppppyyy…