I’m grateful this morning...
...grateful that a heavyset guy in his fifties like me isn’t on any prescriptions. Maybe it’s because I’ve been keeping an eye on my sodium and sugar… or maybe it’s because today is National Martini Day.
That’s right.
Maybe a few well trimmed gin martinis have quietly kept the blood pressure in check and the sugar demons at bay. I’m a gin guy, and I’ve been in the game long enough to know the difference between stirred and shaken. I’ll do either, depending on which bar utensil I can reach first.
Yesterday marked the longest day of the year at fifteen hours and fourteen minutes of daylight. And yes, I will be the jagoff that reminds you that from here on out, the days start getting shorter and the shadows will stretch a little longer.
But don’t panic.
Don’t let your blood pressure launch through the sunroof or reach for that dusty pack of Chuckles in the glove box. We've still got sunsets after 8:30 for another week, and forty-seven more that come after eight o'clock. Plus eighty-five that occur past seven o'clock.
We are far from winter’s doorstep, but remember this Chalkboard when the bottom left corner has sunset at 4:19pm in December.
So what’s today’s lesson on this warm Saturday morning?
You don’t need to add salt to your Parky’s fries this afternoon.
You don’t need two slices of key lime after dinner tonight.
...And a pretty smile with a devilish grin is a Red flag, pal.
One of my old New York traders used to say, “If it’s a trap, fall back!”
Stirred or shaken doesn’t matter.
What matters is you make time for astonishment…
....preferably with a magnificent martini in hand and a stuffed olive staring you down.
