All the doorways and passages in the house were full of crap furniture and it was hard to get around.
It was announced I had a visitor. It was somebody from the IRS. "Seems there's a problem with your taxes." He wanted to see my records. The records, of course, were lost. The tax examiner, who resembed Agent Smith in The Matrix, went out for lunch and left me waiting a long, long time. Then he came back, dressed in casual clothes and smoking a cigarette and said he had given my case to another IRS inspector, a Mormon, who would be back tomorrow.
This made me very angry and I started yelling obscenities.
The police were called and I was arrested.
Then I woke up. The dog was whining & I walked her. It was about 5 AM.
Now it's 7:30 and Dear Wife assures me that she has no immediate plans for divorce. Also, last year the IRS dropped its ten-year-long case against us. We have that in writing. No IRS problems on the horizon.
I'm feeling a little better now.
Most of the time I find it really, really irritating when the puppy, who should be a dog by now, insists on waking me up before dawn. Today I'm glad she did.
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