Blessed by the Potato

Well, the officiant cancelled for our rehearsal tonight, which sucks because most of the point of the rehearsal is to go over the ceremony with the officiant and everyone there. We’re going to try to meet him right now to go over it just the three of us.

The stock market’s having another terrible day, with the TSX down about 5%. For most of this year I’ve managed to do slightly less bad than the market, and my thesis has been that when the market loses its head like this it’s the time for active management to have a shot at beating out indexing. Well, today I think my reversion to the mean kicked in, as I’m down 10% to the market’s 5%, which brings my year-to-date losses pretty much in line with the index.

My parents’ cat spent a while around 5 am howling for attention. He had food, he had litter, he just wanted someone to look at him. This serves to remind me how perfect my cat is: when she wants attention at 5 am, she jumps up in bed and purrs like a civilized kitty. Maybe I’ll sleep through it, maybe I’ll half wake up and pet her, but as long as she tried she seems content with her effort to disrupt my sleep, and quickly lets me go back to sleeping either way. Plus, purring is pleasant, whereas howling is not. This little shit is like an alarm clock that won’t turn off until you go kick him down the stairs pet his little head and tell him to shut the hell up. Throwing him in your kid sister’s bed works too.