March 4, 2024- Four years ago, the retired IRS inspector was ready to haul me before a few of her successor agents, for an infraction that was really a disagreement between the agency and my employer at the time. It was resolved by a few phone calls that were above my pay grade.

Today, this same former inspector couldn’t have been nicer. My financial situation is certainly much more cut and dried, so the process this time took less than an hour. The American Association of Retired Persons has redeemed itself, in my eyes, and I, in its. Besides that, I have a five-year membership.

Most everything, these days, from the most discrete of my friendships to the online dance party that lets me limber up, is on a smooth track. The key to it all is keeping a sense of constancy, of self-assurance that is closely linked with faith in the Divine. Baha’is between the ages of 15-70 are fasting now, as I did, not so many years ago. My prayers go out on their behalf-and that has some effect on what transpires on this end, as well-paying both backward and forward.

So, from the coffee klatsch this morning to the the dance party that just ended, this day was not at all taxing.