March 4, 2025
Shrove Tuesday. People wear bright beads, and I realize I’d forgotten this or any day can be joyful. Need to go into hiding from the media: I could be content among my birds and flowers. The clearing of debris from the garden will begin, to my surprise, tomorrow. Wrote gigantic checks to satisfy the IRS. The lady at the accountancy and I discussed the possibility that, the nation crumbling around us, nobody would know or care whether I paid my taxes. My personal taxes, it must be noted, are greater than Elon Musk’s, if things are as they’re reported.
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