Indoors or out, no one relaxes
In March, that month of wind and taxes,
The wind will presently disappear,
The taxes last us all year.
-Ogden Nash, Thar She Blows (1949)
In my case, my tax conundrum had spanned years. Not any more. With the catharsis of a March bluster, Judith expunged perpetuities of tax fear and dread with her efforts. Knowledgeable, thorough with a comforting sense of humour she reinstated my good graces with CRA. She alleviated all concerns, pain free. The only waft now is the sweet breeze of fresh beginnings. Thank you.