Sorry about the lagging blog entries lately. Tax week is hectic enough, and this year it’s overloaded with activities: Buddhapuss Book orders, writing, coding an inventory management system, and doctor appointments ( stupid acid reflux ).

A normal update schedule shall resume shortly. Between now and Wednesday the 20th, I might miss a day.

Thanks to everyone for hanging in there and thanks for your patience in advance. I swear I’ll be funny again. Really.

Rapidly shifting seasons, for the line that separates spring and winter is but a slender reed, make Northeast life challenging. A few days ago the Wife and I huddled under a comforter, wore flannel pajamas and begged for heat. Today I’m cleaning out the filters on the air conditioner.

Now the landlord clangs away on his latest construction project – Buddhapuss Books first warehouse. After the second false start in as many weeks, it appears spring is here for real. Goodbye winter solstice, hello T-shirts.

To old man winter, I curse you. Do not darken my doorstep again for at least six months. You’ve feasted at this all you can eat buffet for too long, sir. Enough with your excuses, your comebacks, your pleadings. Your credit is no good here. You go now!

A cold snap ravaged New Jersey on Sunday, but orders on Amazon.com were hot, hot, hot! In more technical terms – Buddhapuss Books experienced strong sales over the weekend. Dear Invisible Hands that Drives Market Forces, please deliver 51 more Sundays like this one. Just pulled all the titles for the day’s packing chores.

Electra and Buddhapuss, in search of warmth and pillows, arose at 5am. Wrote for about six hours, two before the Wife woke up, four after that. More time than usual, so everything was lovely on that front.

Which brings me to the third unrelated tidbit. If one of your favorite authors died recently, and a selection of previously worthless paperbacks by that writer has wasted away on the shelves for years – is it wrong to sell those books on the Internet for quick profits? Or is this “selling out”? I’m curious how beloved some used paperbacks can really be.

Tax season beckons like an unwelcome dinner guest that one can’t deny seating. I hate income taxes. Actually, I hate taxes of every creed. Federal, state, local, estate, county, property – they can all go to hell. Seriously.

Wherever it’s a choice between me keeping a dollar or the government, my philosophy is – I earned it first. Really, isn’t that what we all want? Our own money in our pocket. A simple dream.

My accountant spares me a lot of hair loss; our meeting today reminded me why punting to a professional is such a sound decision. Thank you, sir CPA!