Surprise Visit from Benjamin Franklin
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I’m having a moment. It has to do with the new year, with all the resolutions I said I wanted to make, and the fact that I really do not want to do our finances for last year. I just don’t, and nothing you do will make me smile.
Was that a tantrum? Did it involve chocolate? No, but it was decidedly unworthy of my advanced age of 68, where I am supposed to have learned how to act like an adult.
I promise. Today, I will set up the new file in Quickbooks and get started on it. I will not spend more than two hours on the project, and I’ll be done by 3 pm. There. Satisfied?
This is Benjamin Franklin speaking.
I thought you were teasing me.
No, I did stop in for a chat and a few words of encouragement for you.
Me?
Do you see anybody else in the room?
Well, no, but this is a story I thought I might publish.
Why?
Well, I haven’t written anything in a week or so. At least, nothing that got finished or morphed into a full piece.
What would you consider a piece?
