conclusions

It’s funny how people see a snippet of your life and jump to conclusions. Take my dog, for instance. She’s half husky, hates wearing clothes and boots, and thrives in the cold like it’s her element. During the polar vortex (you know, the one where Starbucks literally froze before it hit the ground?), I didn’t just toss her outside to play. No, I sat at the front door. Heater under a blanket, 50-foot leash, wrapped up like the Michelin Man, keeping the door open so she didn’t spend a second longer in the cold than she wanted.

Now, she’s 11, survived cancer, and is on a kangaroo only diet (yes, kangaroo). She still acts like a puppy, and I’m not dragging her anywhere, she’s dragging me. To keep up this week, I’m layering like an onion: four pairs of socks, multiple gloves with Hothands hand warmers (why do the electronic ones never work?!), two coats, joggers, thermals, and enough gear to look like I’m preparing for an Everest expedition.

So, when family, friends, or random bystanders tell me I shouldn’t take her out for so long in this weather, I just laugh. Without the full picture, you’re just out here firing off half-cocked opinions.

Speaking of perception shifts… did everyone catch the Verano executive indictment? Insider trading... it’s interesting how stories like this bring new context to conversations I’ve personally had and attitude trends in the industry. I wonder if this was business as usual?

Stay warm, and don’t worry, the F'nAround team is currently editing our regulatory episode for you to form your own opinions on Illinois ethical behavior by regulators. Random thoughts for the day, brought to you by hot hands, huskies, and half-baked conclusions.