What caught my eye this week.
When we look back on lockdown in a few years’ time, we’ll each have different memories.
For some of us the period will be marked by the loss of a loved one to Covid-19, or by commuting to essential work on near-empty roads and trains.
But for a majority, these strange weeks will be reduced to a mental mood board made up of just a few memories.
Chatting with friends and family on Zoom. The novelty of virtual drinks over video. Trying to teach the kids something other than how to turn off their screens. Joe Wicks’ workouts. Unlimited Internet porn. Quiet walks around the neighborhood. The birdsong and the incredibly clean air.
I suppose I’ll remember listening to the Ninefox Gambit on Audible while taking my daily wander, marveling at the British weather’s knack to deliver sunny stretches at the most inconvenient of times. I’ll definitely remember Skyping my mother to finally show her the progress of my garden (she’s into week six or seven now of a self-isolation spent mostly in hers). There was that friend’s 50th birthday on Zoom when this was all new, and several dozen of us crammed into the screen like a University Challenge episode on steroids.
Cooking too much as if my friends were coming over for dinner, and then missing them when of course they don’t…
Once in a Lifetime
That’s the sort of stuff memories are made of.
But in reality – as suggested by the number of relevant links below – I’ve spent 4-6 hours each day digging into Covid-19, consuming everything from Tweets and news stories to research papers (or at least their abstracts!)
If you’ve been following the comment threads that have followed Weekend Reading these past few weeks then you might be the same. We’ve had hundreds of contributions, suggestions, and counter-suggestions. Great stuff.
However some readers – and my friends and family as usual – think I’m crazy.
They are happy (or commendably humble) enough to leave Covid-19 to the government experts. They don’t want to second-guess the consensus.
They’re passive pandemic-ists.
Whereas I like to believe that I’ve been trying to figure out the virus in part to inform my naughty active investing.
Or that’s what I tell myself.
Really, I’m sure it’s also my way of coping with Covid-19, just the same as other people are drinking too much or working out twice a day or pressure cleaning the patio.
As Arthur Brooks wrote in The Atlantic this week (my bold):
At present, Covid-19 is more of an uncertainty than a risk.
Will you get the virus? What happens if you do? When will the crisis end? Are we creating an economic depression?
People can opine and make informed guesses, but no one really knows the answers to these questions.
It’s natural to try to convert uncertainty into risk by gorging ourselves on available information.
And I’ve definitely been doing that.
Brooks thinks it’s futile and only liable to make things worse. It makes me think of my late father, who if he were still here would be both vulnerable and sanguine.
I’m sure he’d have quoted the serenity prayer at least once. You know the one:
“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.”
But I can no more do that then I can sit in a tracker fund, however sensible. It’s not me.
Stop Making Sense
One comment asked last week why I’ve not written an article about the virus, and fully outlined and sourced my hypothesis?
(Which for what it’s worth has basically been that it’s more widespread and not as deadly as commonly believed – all less controversial now than a few weeks ago, I’d suggest – and that an ongoing extreme lockdown could do worse to us via economic damage, including health-wise, so we should phase out of the justifiable emergency measures ASAP, and more directly focus on protecting the most vulnerable.)
The first reason is the one I gave him, which is I have no expertise at all in this area. My hypothesis was simply where my reading and hunches were leading me, and I was happy enough kicking that about with readers.
But the other reason is that word ‘hunches’. It’s perhaps also another reason why I don’t write about active investing here anymore. (The main one being that most people will definitely do better investing passively!)
People want certainties. They want to know sunlight does or doesn’t slow the spread of the virus. They want to know that low P/E stocks will do better than high P/E stocks. They don’t want to wonder too much why one city has had thousands of deaths from Covid-19 but a similar city has not. They want to be told that investing for the long-term is better than being tactical and trading, or vice-versa, and they want evidence to show it.
Me, I’m very comfortable with fuzzy, nuance, intuition, and changing my mind – for good and for ill.
Life During Wartime
One day we’ll know all about this virus and everything will be proven, but by then it’ll be too late to do anything.
And one day we’ll know if the FTSE 100 at 1990s-levels was the buying opportunity of a lifetime, or the opening bell on a multi-year bear market that sloped in ahead of a looming depression.
Again, by then it’ll be too late to do anything about it.
I’m not saying I know what will happen, obviously. I’m saying I’ve got to try to guess. Doing so will be my memory of 2020, in the end. Each to their own. (And incidentally I’m very glad I don’t have to decide for the nation. All governments have made mistakes, but these are crazily difficult times.)
How are you coping with the coronavirus uncertainty and life under lockdown? Let us know in the comments below.