When I left the state at 1000 am I was going to write about a different F. In fact I worked on it during the flight.
And then my plane landed and I was able to catch up on news of interest, including the latest stock market numbers.
Free fall.
Yesterday the Dow Jones lost 1600 points
Today the Dow Jones lost a jaw dropping TWO THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE POINTS. And the S & P 500 fell TEN PERCENT!
Collectively, between the two days, the Dow lost roughly 3,800 points.
Ahem. Sorry for yelling.
Swear words deleted here. Many, many swear words.
My husband who has stock share in a bank because of a bonus structure says that his shares went from $44/share to $33/share today. And that was the last that he looked. A 25% reduction in value. In two days.
I will not be looking at my 403B from California or North Carolina. I am not on a secured network and I am not that stupid.
However, I will be looking upon our return next week.
Perhaps with a stiff drink. And my cat nearby. And probably a teddy bear.
Mark Cuban, the entrepreneur and, apparently, television personality, has come out today and advised the purchasing of consumables before the stores have to restock and the prices go up. Way up.
Mark, honey, some of us have been doing that since the election. Because I, for one, expected something like this was going to happen. Hell, he told us.
I had been feeling foolish that the supplies had overrun our dining room but now I look very far-seeing.
Because we bought shampoo, and razors, and dish soap, and dishwasher soap, and hand soap, and toilet paper. And canned goods, and dry goods like lentils and rice and chickpeas and pasta. It felt very 2020 as I was buying these things and stocking them in the dining room.
I had hoped that I could slowly use the supplies and they would be an addition to our usual grocery shopping, not the lifeline I fear they will become.
Kind of puts a pall on the nursing conference I am at. Definitely explains the funk I’ve been in since November.
Fuck this shit!
