Read My Blips

Of course, that would only give the answers to the first few questions. The Internal Revenue Service wants to know a lot more than that.

It's been a boring day, except for my encounters with Harold the hummingbird. I was standing right next to the feeder on the front porch this morning (it's at eye level), when he flew up, perched on it, and started drinking after looking me in the eye. He did the same thing later in the day. I hope he tells Hilda I'm a good guy -- I'd like to be on good terms with her, also.