On this day in which I will be calling the Internal Revenue Service regarding an internally complex tax issue, I am noticing internal dread, trepidation, and other discomfort.
As I’ve blogged about many times (including here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here), I have internal fears about dealing with the Internal Revenue Service, perhaps resulting from my early internalization of this message:
In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.
I’m having an internal response to that internalized message (which internally and eternally links taxes and DEATH, for cripe’s sake), which I will now externalize:
OTHER THINGS IN THIS WORLD ARE CERTAIN BESIDES DEATH AND TAXES, PEOPLE!
For example, it’s certain that this post will include photos.
I had many positive internal and external reactions to that incredibly delicious pasta concoction Michael made last night.
When I do a search for songs with “internal” in the lyrics, I find “Diet of Strange Places” by k.d. lang:
My internal clock tells me it’s time to prepare for my phone call to the Internal Revenue Service.
But first, allow me to externalize my internal gratitude for all those who help me express my internal thoughts in this daily blog, including YOU!
