681 Days....I'll be joining the prestigious club of 50 year olds. Fifty is the new 30 right? Right! That I have my fitness goal firmly in sight AND I've been systematically pursuing it, I'm feeling good about the approach of that day. That I can run for two miles without keeling over is satisfying. I've been surprised at how easily my body has conjured up the old breathing and moving rhythms. Bodies are amazing things, though they can turn on us rather viciously if we don't care for them.
This a.m. WFC is announcing a stock for stock offer of WB. Should be good for financial stocks. I took a flier on some $20 UYG OCT calls--a small bet on a bounce in financials. Sometimes these 'flier' ideas of mine don't fly. Sentiment is so low we are bound to get a bounce here soon.
I'm waiting for a washer repair person. Hopefully it can be fixed today. I'm very reliant on this machine. We've lots of socks, underwear towels and clothes to process on an ongoing basis. I overfilled it and the door blew open--apparently breaking the latch internally. My husband groused with a litany of "you always...." Oh well. Married life....we can script all of those conversations, can't we?