The Last Ephor

JPMC in the news today. Wall Street observers are predicting that Mark Shapiro is on his way out the door (this according to the NYPost) as he is responsible for our risk management. I wonder if this is the first in a long line of people who get booted. I'll wager Jack Welsh is getting his chainsaw sharpened and cleaned so he can cut a swath through this place come spring.

This post was supposed to go on yesterday but Blogger choked and it never made it. Consider rationalization. I find that people tend to rationalize their way into and out of whatever they really want. Myself included. I often have to fight the tendancy to do so. However, sometimes I genuinely delude myself that I'm making the right decision and only realize it later. It all reminds me of The Big Chill... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Michael: I don't know anyone who could get through the day without two or three juicy rationalizations. They're more important than sex. Sam: Ah, come on. Nothing's more important than sex. Michael: Oh yeah? Ever gone a week without a rationalization? Well said.

Third half day in a row! Huzzah. The bad news is, I am still running on fumes. Colin was up and crying at 12:30. Back to sleep by 1:00. Then I was up at 3 and again at 6 with little fitful sleep in between. My poor wife is at her wits end. She's even less rested than I am. Yesterday I tried to get her to take a nap but no avail. Perhaps today she won't be so reticent.

Half day again today. I'll tell you a guy could get used to this! I find myself very tired lately. Not just tired, exhausted. To the point where I want to drop by the end of the week. I chalk a large portion of that up to being the father of two young ones. Fair enough, but I just don't feel like I'm getting any rest. I think my wife might be right. She thinks I have a sleep disorder. I'm incredibly jealous of her ability to fall asleep 5 seconds after her head hits the pillow. I usually take ages to doze off. My erratic schedule isn't helping. I have to have more self-discipline and more routine. Hard to believe I'm actually looking for [b]more[/b] routine in my life but it's true.

Half day today. Hoping to get my newborn to the doctor and then get some ashes.

A few observations of fatherhood. This isn't as shocking as I thought it would be like cold water in the face when you're sleeping. It's more like that creeping realization you have when you get to the essay section of an exam and you realize that maybe you weren't as thorough on the reading as you should have been. Not that it carries so much negative weight mind you, it's just a daunting task. I'm like that guy in the Jetta commercial a few months back. "The idea that I am responsible for the care and well being for another person is utterly ridiculous. I'm now the one saying 'Don't eat that cookie, it fell on the floor'. Meanwhile I'm thinking, '5 minute rule, that cookie's still good'." (don't know how to punctuate that one...)

Ok, it's been a while but give me a break, my wife and I have a new baby boy. Yes, Connor Ryan Duffy was born on Wednesday Feb. 6th at 11:51 am. He was 7.14 lbs at birth. His glucose level was a little low and as such he had some trouble stabilizing his temperature so they sent him off to the NICU (actually called "Special Care"). He did very well there and was discharged on Friday afternoon. Mom and Baby are doing fine