Hello Everyone,

I don’t know about you but it seems that the older I get the more susceptible I am to stress.  I remember a time when, as a young man, I felt as though I had all the time in the world.  Now it feels as though I am the last man to finish in a one-man race; and the clock is ticking.  (Smile)

I remember a time when almost nothing stressed me out but now-a-days, if feels as though everything gets to me, like the following:

Waiting for my W2s to arrive safely in the mail.
Hoping that my tax return does not trigger an IRS audit.
Hoping that a little patch of dry skin on my knee is not the beginnings of some slow-moving flesh-eating disease from Hell.  Read the rest of this entry »