this morning #991.

this morning, the march madness had already begun. i could feel it in my soul. something was off. it wasn’t even noon & the markets already had me by the balls. we might be fucked. i hoped it wasn’t just me who was having a bad day so, just for fun, i sent my wife a text, asked her if the kids were alright. misery loves company. i sat back in my chair & took a bite of toast, waited for her answer. one minute later: “they’re fine. why?” me: “just wondering. how R U?” finished off the toast while she replied. “great! just got off the phone with louise. what’s up? U OK?” fine. they’re all doing just fine. while i wanted to share my woe, draw her into my distress, instead i sent her a pithy text: “yep. doing good.”