Friday night. I don’t mean to come off as a guy with a drinking problem, but this was the third bottle of champagne in as many nights. Either the stock market is entirely irrational, or I’m a goddamn genius at stock-picking, or both. (Or neither?) Today I passe yet another threshold toward my main goal, and like I’d promised myself, that was a cause for celebration. (To quote a damn good movie, “when you break a promise to yourself, things can get a bit dicey.”)

It really is macabre that with everything happening elsewhere in the world, and especially in the US, I’m celebrating. Then again, it’s not like there’s much else I can do right now…

In covid news, the southern states that opened up (Arizona, Texas, Florida) are seeing ever-increasing number of covid cases. That was to be expected…

In personal news, the lawyer ferrets have submitted the permanent residency paperwork on my behalf. A week or so from now, I’ll find out whether I’ve been invited to apply for PR. And then… Then I wait up to six months for my application to get reviewed, but after that – that’s when things will really get interesting.

Happy weekend, my fellow plague-dodgers.