This morning I visited my CPA.
He went over my datebook.
“So you had dinner with a belly dancer and a magician, that’s fantastic. Belly dancing is a kind of magic isn’t?” I laughed sheepishly.
“I wish I had your life,” my CPA said.
I wanted to say: “You can have it.” It was a rather hot day, I was packing my suitcase once again; I didn’t feel like very much.
But I answered: “It’s all research.”