Coffee? Check. TurboTax? Check. Shoebox full of barely organized receipts? Laptop with fast connection? Deeply felt fear of what sort of misery might be waiting on the other end? Check, check and check.
In other words, the grown-up world requires my presence today. Y’all go back to watching the Pope’s funeral, and I’ll catch you after the weekend. Feel free to discuss whatever’s on your mind in the comments, but me, I’ll be sweatin’.