I finished the taxes last night and printed so much paper (forms) that I nearly ran out of black ink. Then I drove over to TJ's and sat at the end of the bar to watch Tiffany measure the gin in my four Martinis.

Actually, I should call them Gibsons, because I have forsaken olives for a while in favor of little onions. The olives they use leave an oily scum on the drink. I always wash my olives first.

The bar was typical of a Sunday night. TJ's closes at 8:30 pm, so only myself and two younger ladies were on the bar. I stood, got out my novel business cards - the ones that promote my two books - and walked down to them.

They traded cards with me. The blonde, curly-hair with a sharp figure and very appealing face, is named Lori. The other one is her work companion. They are hairdressers here in town.

On and on, after I moved closer, we talked their trade and mine. By the time they left I was on my fourth drink and knew enough about the blonde to write a synopsis.

I shall change my hairdresser soon.

Nice celebration!

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Monday cometh. It is still cold. The sky has cleared and it will be warmer this afternoon. Every day this week promises more warmth. I will do some work on the golf driving range before Thursday's round.

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I won't mail my IRS check and the papers until tomorrow. I refuse to give it up early. They don't deserve it.

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Have a wonderful day. Spring looks good. I hope it stays around for a while. It snowed yesterday during the Indians vs. Athletics game in Cleveland. The Tribe managed to win. Imagine eating those good stadium hot dogs in a snow squall!