I'm a Met!

Got rained out today. Barely got 45 minutes outside Morgan Stanley. Makes me feel like a member of the New York Mets, although I believe I am practicing my trade at a significantly higher level of functionality than they theirs.

And now the sun is shining.

I'd recount more of the day except that I'm bawling like a baby after watching little Paris Jackson eulogize her father in two wrenching sentences. Talk amongst yourselves.