It’s here. Yep, the weekend you dread as soon as you rip the old calendar down from the wall on January 1 and put the new one up. The weekend you think about with each trip from the mailbox, financial statements, 1040s, IRAs, 401Ks, W2s, radar, sonor, electric toothbrushes… (sorry, got lost in a “Jaws” thing for a second there…) etc. etc. in hand. The weekend you start budgeting for… oh, just about the week after you send in the previous year’s return.

That’s right folks, it’s tax time.

In this household – and thousands of others, I’m guessing – tax weekend is a nose-to-the-grindstone, hunker down, all business weekend. There’s no time for frivolities like boat drinks or exotica music; no time for fun and amusement, just a weekend for emptying out tax document drawers, loading the TurboTax, filing, sorting, calculating, and documenting. There’s nothing magical or mystical about it – it’s the closest thing to root canal you can get without ever going to the dentist.

So excuse me if blogging could be a little light this weekend, for when it comes to tax weekend, thoughts of anything remotely associated with creativity go flying out the window.

There’s no time for that, you see – it’s tax time!