I've been asking myself this a lot recently : is trading really my calling, and if it is, how is it a calling when what I'm doing is simply eat what I kill?
I found the answer when I was re-reading Philip Yancey's "Rumors of Another World".
So, I am going to continue to blog for as long as there are still people reading.
I coerced D into taking a trip to the breeder with me yesterday. I even brought along a carrier - I was determined to bring home another kitten. But when we got there, I thought about how attached Cassandra is to me, and how upset Ali was when Cassandra came, and how I would feel if D were to get a few mistresses to live with me. And we went home empty-handed.
D didn't ask but I told him anyway - I have stopped taking all my medication and quit smoking and the next thing I was going to do was to get a full body checkup. Then I was going to get pregnant. That was plan A. It didn't work out. So I executed ridiculous plan B. It's good I realized my stupidity soon enough.
My cough is not getting better, and I am getting more lethargic with each day passing. I spend my non-trading hours watching a 3-season ATV production on really cool vampires , reading about friends' kids on Facebook, and going over pictures of friends in HK, the US and Canada. I really miss the snow.
A friend shared a clip on the dance troupe "Attraction" dancing to this song that I'm loving very much:
And since we're at it (indulge me, at least watch 02:47 - 04:00):