Sore LegsAnd indeed there will be time Wednesday, October 13, 1999
Wow! After my "women descending a staircase" adventure yesterday, my legs are sore in a very different way than they are after a strenuous night of dancing. My co-workers are amused every time I get up out of my chair, oo-ing and ouch-ing all the way. And Kat, the co-worker who instigated the whole thing, is out today, so I don't have her to kick around! Vicki Jean recommends soaking in Epsom salts. But how does this do anything more than soaking in hot water? I'd like to see a controlled study on this. Here's the original well in the town of Epsom. There is an Epsom Salts Council (a organization of Epsom salts manufacturers) but they need to do a better job of working the search engines. They didn't appear anywhere near the top of my search results!
I talked with Jack on the phone tonight. I called because I thought he'd be going to Olympia tomorrow to pick up his daughter A---- from juvenile detention. It turned out that it was today she'd been scheduled for release, not tomorrow. His exwife had picked her up, and at the time I spoke to him, A--- had already gone missing. It's possible she was just late returning, though. This has been her current pattern since she was picked up and returned to Jack (in September?). He's been using the time that she's been gone to work extra hours and get caught up on stuff at his job. They really like him there! He's being assigned various special projects, which is gratifying, but more work for him. Weekend plans are unclear, but I'll probably get picked up by him on Friday evening.
I edited and formatted the first section of a long article about the Dow theory today, written by our new co-worker. Before I started at Stockcharts.com, I knew that there was an actual person named Dow, way back when, but I didn't know much about the history of the stock market, or where the term Dow Jones Industrial Average came from. One of the books that Chip lent me was actually very helpful and informative here: The Dow Theory by Robert Rhea. He wrote this exegesis (after the crash in 1929!) from his bed -- investing had made it possible for him to support his family and himself as a disabled person. |