No trading today. I took a relative to the airport early this morning. Do you do this with your family? Always giving them rides to and from the airport? Or do you just say "have a safe trip" and let them fend for themselves? Somehow I've become the airport taxi service for the family. It's because I'm the one who stays at home all day and doesn't have a "real job." At least if it's my Grandpa, he always slips me a twenty. But it wasn't Grandpa today.

After I returned home, my wife said, "So you're not going to trade today, right?" You know in that tone that challenges every cell of your manhood (not the penis). It was already noon NY time. I was hungry. Of course, the charts weren't looking too interesting. Who was I kidding? Of course, I had already made up my mind the night before I was going to sit it out today. This was a trap, but what the hell, I'm a risk taker, so I replied, "Nah, why? You want to do something today?"

That's how I got stuck babysitting alone for going on 8 hours now. Something's wrong with this baby. I think he's teething his molars. Very bitchy today. Doesn't want solids. Doesn't want formula on his regular schedule. Drinks half of his normal amount. So I give him half at his next feeding and he cries for more. He's feverish again, sluggish and tired, but he's only napping half as long as usual. He wants to be constantly held. PITA. I didn't mean that. I love my baby. Love him.