February 22nd, 2017


This is the 15 minutes that the weather in central Texas is nearly perfect.  As much as I love the cold I found for the first time in my life that the few days of 35 degree weather made me want it to be in the 40s. It is 48 now on the way to 88 (well, ok.. maybe the 15 minutes is already up).  The sun is just up, birds are noisy as is the dog in the background and the diesel rumble of the truck delivering its load of children to the child care center next to me.  I can hear all of this as I've got my office door to the outside world open relishing the short time of cool fresh air before I have to close it and focus on getting some work done.

Reading the news I find my mind constantly drifting to thoughts of joy when Trump stumbles.  How imature is that?  I clearly remember thinking of how stupid McConnel and his cronies saying the first week he was president that they would dedicate themselves to ensuring that Obama failed.  It made no sense then and it makes no sense now I'm on the other side.  But it is so difficult to NOT react with glee when my Commander In Chief bungles the job.  Were it not for the dark shadow of Bannon I'd not worry and more enjoy the ride.  I'm afraid we're in for a massive stock bubble and some bad inflation.  I'm in as good a fiscal position as I can be but I'm not optimistic about the end of the decade.

Speaking of which, owning a small business means never really knowing what will happen at the end.  It is so easy as a cog in a wheel.  There is a natural progression to retiring out of a job. There is nothing like that in a small business.  It is a complete mystery to me over which I have little control.  I did a quick check to see what selling the business might net and as of the moment the initial indications are that it would sell for less than $200K.  IF I could sell it.  And the building where I live and work might net me another $100K.  Not at all sure about that.  So, best case, if I get out and sell everything to the top bidder I'd have social security, military pension and health care and maybe $300K to last for however long it had to last.

Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space, indeed.

Ah, well, time to make the doughnuts.