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I tell myself to not over-think the minutia. I don’t like being crabby. My sister points out that of the two things for sure in this world, death and taxes, that the latter is preferable. So probably I should pour a large glass of wine, write my checks, mail them off, and go back to working with words—something that makes me happy. Still, I wonder if I stand alone in this, or do others feel crotchety around tax time, too?