To the Bitcoiners like me stuck mining fiat in Normyville this week: y'all remember that we may be missing the fandango, but those bits and bytes we are chasing, they don't dance, don't drink, and don't party. They wait. Patient. For us. For all of us. So let's not moan about some missed glitz. Stay at home tonight. Hug your kids when you tuck them in. Make love to your wife. Then wake up in the morning before sun up, like we always do, French kiss life square in the mouth and make it all happen again. Again... always.