Daily Office: Friday
¶ Matins:The other day, someone said — and I can’t remember who; someday, I’ll be just like Mr Peabody and have a boy who can write these things down — that it isn’t the stocks, stupid, it’s the credit market. The most basic, elemental player in that market is the money market fund, and talking about money market funds (which are really just specialized mutual funds) was all Kathleen did today. Primary Reserve Fund is the first to fall into the water she is hot.
¶ Tierce: Another Friday, another movie. I’m off to see Ghost Town, which is conveniently playing across the street. Meanwhile, Ken Layne reports on a real ghost town. One in the making, anyway.
Then, under cover of darkness, the family leaves. Sometimes they disguise this escape, coming by once a week to change the lights left on and blinds left open, maybe parking an old camper or beat-up car in the driveway. Other times, nobody bothers. The coyotes and vermin knock over the trash cans, a kid’s bike with training wheels is grown over with the invasive weeds that love dead bulldozed desert.
Have a good weekend, everyone — hold on tight!
Oremus…
§ Matins. “Don’t sing to me, Argentina.”
§ Tierce. Convenience has been important lately, because while the rest of the world has been panicking, politicking, and lipsticking, I’ve been figuring out how to have a life while churning out weekly reams of prose. I haven’t left the Upper East Side for almost two weeks!