Monday morning started off really rough.

I woke up at about 4 a.m., and the last I had seen of the markets, the /ES, /NQ, and /CL were all red. I didn’t look at my iPad, but I figured that, on the heels of the big rally on Friday, maybe we’d get a day when the good guys would win.

Well, I got into my home office and saw every single stock and futures market was bright green. There was chatter about Trump reneging on another campaign promise (tariffs) which was goosing markets higher. I also had the gloom of losing Coda still hanging over me, which has affected me FAR more than any human death in my life, including my parents.

And then, just to turn things from bad to awful, this email was waiting for me in my inbox.

Only four days ago, I thought I was within hours, if not minutes, of losing Coda. For newer readers, that name refers to one of the seven dogs I’ve had in my adult life, and she’s particularly precious to me.

She is about twelve years old or so (we really don’t know, but let’s say plus or minus a year) and, due to a tumor near her heart, she isn’t going to be with us much longer. The past one hundred hours is a hundred hours I never thought I’d get, so I am grateful for them.