Man, I hate when I see or hear something and I want to tell you guys about it but somewhere between hearing/seeing and getting in front of the computer, the thought has been shot out of my ears and into the stratosphere. There was something good, too. I just can’t remember what it was.
So I’ll cover other stuff. Mailed my tax return yesterday (yes, refund so it was going out as soon as it was done). I took it with me to Junior’s swim lesson because the Fitchburg post office is around the corner. I was surprised to see armed guards in the lobby, but duh, it’s a federal building. I wonder if I looked suspicious, seeing as I was so happy to actually be mailing off a tax return. I’m surprised they didn’t wrestle me to the ground.