My day started out wonderful. Woke Jack for his last day of basketball practice this season and he was very cooperative. We were out the door, on time. I was back in the house before 6:00 AM, after some tea and Cheerios (with blueberries) we were up at the controls of the USS Salve Lucrum Portfolio.

Then before I left the house we took the big dogs across the street (Still protecting the new sod out back.) and Jacee decided to do gonkers before she had breakfast and I did not have the right equipment with me to clean up after her. I brought the children of the fur into the house and went back out holding my barbeque tongs. As I crossed the street, Lori our next door neighbor (and fellow flood victim) stopped her car rolled down the window and said, "Uke nimba uke gaga a nimba uke.", just kidding, she does not know caveman speak. She said, "It is nice to see the leader of a large global organization walking out his driveway carrying the pooper picker upper device. It means that all is good."

I forgot to tell what happened yesterday morning (Tuesday). After taking Jack to practice, I went to the office upstairs in the house and for some reason that has been a Pavlovian cue for our big cat, Jethro, to begin gorging himself on cat food. I tried to get his to slow down and he kept eating away. After about three attempts to slow down his consumption, I said to heck with it. He slowly made his way across the office and at exactly 6:29 (I know because I was patiently waiting for the market to open.) I heard this incredible burp. I looked and there was Jethro atop his cat tower, looking at me smiling as if to say, "Uke nimba uke gaga a nimba uke.", don't be silly cats can't speak caveman, as if to say, "Did you hear me dad, that was my burp."   Then the smile disappeared and out shot a stream of chewed cat food about 5 inches long. It was 5 inches long and doing about 37 miles per hour as it flew threw the air from four foot off the ground. It landed two foot nine inches from the cat tower. A very impressive puke indeed. Needless to say we missed the opening of the market by a few minutes.

Ok boys and girls, I really would like to spend time writing on what you want to hear about. Yesterday we did our thing on Rail Roads because one of our reader asked. Please if you have a questions about an economic issue, a stock idea, a trading strategy, an asset allocation idea, don't hesitate to send it to me so I am not wasting my time telling you cat barf stories.

Today we did little in the market and market did little in return. More on that later. Ellen, my trusty task master had me in a couple of meetings and writing cover letters for my complimentary publications list. I also had a pleasant lunch with our CFO and President deciding on bonuses for the executives. It is nice to have the luxury of paying people for a job well done. Oh yeah, we had lunch at Hannah's. It had been two weeks since I had the infamous Pear Salad. (sorry Ben).

After a productive afternoon, I took a gorgeous brunette to Hannah's for dinner. I enjoyed a six ounce filet with Brussel sprouts. My date the gorgeous brunette enjoyed the chicken tacos while discovering a new drink. Rum and ginger beer. Really it was really good. It tasted like root beer and vanilla. The funny thing was I left my drop dead gorgeous date with an organic vodka on the rocks, went to the loo for about 90 seconds and when I came back the guys at the next table had given her one of these rum concoctions. She is a gorgeous brunette, what should I have expected.

We had a lovely meal and then went home and helped the pretty lady sort clothing she was giving away. All in all a great day.