Somebody’s Watching Me!”

Michael Jackson nails it in this song. A ludicrous moment – he felt they were watching him long before the Powers that Be really did start to watch him. The Moon Walker’s smooth beat lives on, as do his sweet children. Meanwhile, by my desk, the cats tumble around on top of the box of accumulated 2012 business info, merrily swatting at rubber bands and paper clips.

Paranoia, confusion reign inside my brain as receipts float out over the desk. Last year I had this done by March 20th. This year I’ll be burning the midnight oil.