TJ, indeed, reality has gone the wrong way over a couple of days [for me]. I consulted our accountant and was about to consult a tax lawyer to ensure what I was planning was a good idea. Unfortunately, he has been away for a few days due to a bereavement.
He who hesitates is lost. I was mistakenly operating on "Look before you leap". Competing proverbs leave me in a dilemma.
QCOM has taken a turkey along with the stock market, in response to Big Ben defending his yen for a powerful currency [albeit gently]. The NZ$ retreated in the face of Big Ben's thrust.
The Aztecs are going positively ape and you are now over a third of the way to $2,000 an ounce. Only a hop and a bound and you're half way. And there isn't even a hint of panic around, though obviously there are a LOT of people heading for the hills already, in preparation for the second coming and The Rapture, clutching their little totems, chanting incantations and whooping as they go.
I am between a rock and a hard place. I cannot sit still, want to head for the hills, but cannot possibly join a bunch of atavistic naked bum Planet of the Apes types. While I do have furry arms with prehensile fingers, of distinctly gibbon-like form, I can walk on my hind legs for hours and rarely drop onto my knuckles. I refuse to act like common chimpoids, leaping about with shiny baubles they found in a creek bed.
Mqurice
PS: I often wear trousers too, and even a hat on a sunny day, which gives me a distinctly sartorial air, concealing my more biological attributes. |
