Indoors or out, no one relaxes
In March, that month of wind and taxes,
The wind will presently disappear,
The taxes last us all the year.

—Ogden Nash, “Thar She Blows,” Versus (1949)

I spent all day today doing my taxes, during which time I discovered that I am simultaneously self-employed and NOT self-employed. I’m still not entirely sure what that means, but I think I have to watch my back about sexual harassment in my own home now. Very difficult to do when I spend at least 2 hours a day looking in a mirror, checking out my tush and catcalling myself.

Since the season is upon us, you should make a fine piece of artwork commemorating our dear friends at the Internal Revenue Service. Perhaps you could do a lovely portrait of your friendly neighborhood H&R Block representative. Perhaps you could fill out your 1040 in exquisitely intricate calligraphy. Perhaps you could do a dramatic reading of the Schedule C instructions (which, by the way, appear to be written in iambic tetrameter).

At any rate, making your creation is a fantastic way to further procrastinate actually doing your taxes.

Godspeed.