FEELING PENSIVE ...

 FEELING PENSIVE ... My morning was filled with a string of appointments, the final being a meeting with my long-time accountant re the final IRS form for the year. 

   As I signed the form for e-file, he gently informed me, "That is the last IRS JOINT FORM you will sign. From here on, you sign as a single lady."

   I knew that, I guess, but it startled me. Funny, I don't feel single. How could I, when my Bob still rides shotgun with me?

OCTOBER TEARS ...

                                               Tears, golden tears,
 To our trees they are bound.

 Then stormy winds
 Fling the tears to the GROUND!