a fierce wind has come up this afternoon. the aluminum chairs have blown off my front porch. The back deck is covered in pine needles and branches. It's cool enough to close my windows. The sun is warming my front living room.

I am struggling with not being afraid as I listen to the news about the falling stock market. Is there an end to this story of economic disaster? Which chapter are we on? I'm OK I think or I'm not OK I think.