
As a rule, I am not one to push the panic button, though I would be fibbing if I said I wasn't personally feeling the result of higher gas and food prices. But, bear in mind, I am the child of a father who was born in 1929, the year of the stock market crash.
To say that my Dad was prudent when it came to all things financial just might be the understatement of my life. Growing up with a Dad that was forever turning off lights ("Do you think I own stock in the power company?") or turning down the thermostat ("Put on a sweater!") was, during those moments, a bit of a burden to bear. Now, years later, I see that the reality of his rants is actually darn pragmatic and dare I say, more sustaintainable. Something to mull over.
At any rate, my thought for the day is this. Breathe in and out. Take a walk outside. Try not to panic. And should you still feel twitchy, remember, Fish has half-priced select bottles of wine tonight.