Enjoying a private celebration of getting my taxes filed, treating myself to a bottle of Asti Spumante and stuffed mushrooms instead of a nutritious evening meal. Filing one's taxes is the most common of nuisances, but every year as I grow older in retirement, enjoying more and more the release from the burdens of having to be anywhere or do anything other than enjoy my second childhood, I resent the intrusions of compulsory anything, especially those backed by the imperial powers of the state. This year it took me six days of sweating the details to get the job done, and I don't like sweating. When I was young and strong, working up a sweat meant having fun. Now my best fun is dozing off for an afternoon nap.