The financial world seems particularly volatile, not to mention down, so far this week. Trump lunacy? Anti-Trump lunacy? Something else entirely, that's not being reported? Chinese investors are liquidating everything and buying tickets for the Tesla Martian Express? Some ill-behaved dog in Zurich has been going around piddling on gnomes? An international counterfeiting ring has been circulating high-quality* rolls of false Venezuelan 5-Bolivar notes?
Closer to home: that low-grade probably-virus crud I had for a while? Joy's had a full-blown case of it for over two weeks now. Gotta take a couple of hours away from my desk for a medical excursion, 'cause she's not fit to drive, and maybe it's not just the-flu-that's-going-around.
Update: No actual diagnosis yet, but a suspicion that there's an infection going on. She's got some antibiotic pills that are supposed to be safe for her, and a followup appointment tomorrow. Lunch got to be 1430-ish, which is a long time after my usual 0630 breakfast. BY the time we got home, I had a nasty headache (and a cruddy little bit of fever). Also, a test I'd started at 0655 turned out to have failed at 0738, so that's one proposed bug fix down the drain. Got to do some serious bug-hunting when I don't have a headache and am not running errands, medical or otherwise.
* Extra-plush. Quilted.