Here I am, counting down to ecstasy, slowly being consumed with worry about the swordfish fight Vlad the Impaler and Cadet Bone Spurs are readying over one of the few nations in the Middle East that has no oil.
I'm also keeping a wary eye out for a possible trade war with what seems to be half the rest of the world that could destroy our way of life (and do heavy damage to a USA stock market with a not inconsiderable number of my retirement eggs precariously placed in a basket).
And, like you and hundreds of millions of others, I'm still trying to maintain a zero bubble in the social media amniotic fluid I pretend is a pretty good facsimile of genuine, human interaction.
And then this story pops up.
So that we're clear, this is next Monday they're talking about.
Of course on the upside, it means there's no need to worry about paying down or off any of those credit card balances. But on the other hand, buying those green bananas last Friday evening may have been a waste of money. Other than that, how you feeling? Me? I'm fine.
-bill kenny
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