The weekend of February 16 offered nothing remotely interesting at the nearest megaplex, so I stayed home and indulged in a dramatic, thoroughly terrifying activity: gathering up my tax documents for my annual visit to my CPA. That visit will come during spring break and I will be in a constant state of nerves until it is over. Not even a new “Alien” film can induce such terror.
Next weekend does not look much better. The only thing remotely interesting seems to be the final installment of the “How to Train Your Dragon” franchise, but the mere thought of hordes of screaming children petrifies me. I get enough screaming, weeping and wailing when I give or return an examination.