I broke into the stack of shorts the other day. It is that kind of weather already. I anticipate armpit sweating soon and insatiable urges for cold water from the hose bib.

The tax man is hounding me, not literally, to get my money off to the black hole in Washington DC. It not the money that bothers me though. It is the feeling like I am playing a truth or dare game. What can I deduct and what is borderline yes/no and what is outright incorrect? There was a tv reality series that was based on taking engaged or newlyweds and placing them into a very non-supportive environment. I think it was called Temptation Island.

Now, anybody who knows anything about life knows that you do not surround yourself with a negative element when trying to follow a positive path. Your own moral compass only takes you so far. We are not Gandhi, not Sister Teressa (sic), nor Martin Luther. And even they bled when pricked, pulled their robe, wrap, suit pants on one leg at a time. The support of your environment is an important aspect to your life. In our teen age years I guess we'd blame peer-pressure for choices made and actions taken out of our normal area of operation. So as I ponder the moral aspect of my taxes I am uncomfortable because the process is not clear. It is not supportive of fairness and honor. And it is not the environment I want to inhabit for any longer than it takes.

Yep, it is just so but it sucks and I don't mind sharing that I do not like it one bit.