I have nothing to blog about…

Tra..la...la… I have nothing to say.  So this will be shorter than short.  Just a hello, I’m here kind of thing.  So if mindless meandering bothers you, don’t read today’s blog.  Pick up a nice book or magazine and read that instead.

I wonder what the markets are going to do tomorrow?  The stock market got whacked big time on Friday.  It’s down 1,673.66 points since October.  Will Monday be up or down?  Gold has been ridiculously strong and spot price is now at $896.10 U.S.  And February gold is playing around the $900 mark.  Late last week Ben Bernanke made it clear that more interest rate cuts are in the making.  Usually, when the Fed comes out with a statement like that the stock market soars.  So why the plummet on Friday?  I’m curious to see if the interest-rate-cuts statement helps shore the price of the bank preferred up, or if they will continue to lose ground for a while.  I have a zillion questions and no answers.  I am so curious to see how next week plays out in the markets.

Now what?  Hmmm...I should probably go back to the tedious task of plucking out comas, depositing periods, adding a missed over word here and there on Big Muckle.  (I wish Don hadn’t pointed out to me the first time that I tried it, that I can’t just use the initials of my manuscript, because the initials mean something else.  It would feel so proffessional and jaunty to just type in BM.  But apparently to those of a more sophomoric mind, it would appear as if I was talking about a bowel movement, which I most decidedly am not.)

So, I probably should get back to that back-breaking, mind numbing work...but I’ve already done so much today.  Maybe I won’t.  That made me perk up.  I think I shall just stay here boring the hell out of you, babbling about nothing, until bedtime arrives!  That would be funny.  Hmmm...just as I wrote that last sentence I realized that it wouldn’t be funny, or fun.  It would be a waste of everybody’s time.  So without further adieu, farewell, my sweet bloggers, Farewell.  (I love saying that kind of thing.  “Farewell” Who says that in life?  Nobody.  It’s really fun.  You should try it.  I feel like I’m in the middle of a Jane Austen novel when I type something like that.  Only for a millisecond, but it’s a rush.)

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, January 13, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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