Full-Grown Delinquent

Woke up yesterday morning with a dreadful thought - fall property tax was due last November and this is the end of January. I am a full-grown delinquent. I am also recently widowed; my Mister always did taxes. But God had brought it to my attention (who else, could I hold responsible?) so I faced the music. Went to the bank where they quickly advised me - they don't accept early payment until April/May. THEN at my confession, they don't take past-due taxes either. The clerk's office downtown says the tax office has moved to the county, only seven miles out at the new River Ridge. BUT they've not been there and aren't really sure where. With God as my pilot and maps on my cell phone, I discover the yet under-developed GatewayCampus, taking delight in God's mysteries of memory and momentum.