First of all, I love all of you. And frankly, I mean it. You’re all very smart and calm and helpful and thank GOD for Tansu reminding me of my life’s mantra: WHAT WOULD TILL DO? 
So here’s what happened. My husband kicked my ass. Figuratively, of course. I was at home, flipping through coverage and he came home from work and said “Joe and Amy went out and bought the worst movie ever” (I think it’s called Manitou), “we’re going to get something to eat and go watch it with them”
jarbaby: “i don’t really feel like it”
big, hulking jarhubby: “get up, we’re going”
So we went to Resi’s (A german restaurant, familiar to ChiDope participants), sat outside, away from the t.v.s in the bar, and ate rahmschnitzel and drank beer. After a stein of beer I started talking. And I realized that the reason I’ve been so obsessed with coverage is that I’ve been waiting for someone, some expert, some government official to provide me with reassurance, and all I’ve seen is people trying to make me more scared.
Katie Couric said yesterday “I don’t want to frighten people BUT the possibility of biochemical…blah blah blah”
Dan Rather assured us that “We can’t know how deep the economic impact will be until we see the full damage on monday…blah blah blah”
I mean, what’s to be gained by panicing the nation?
Anyway, mr jar and I talked, I had another beer, and amazingly, became tired…very tired. German food and alcohol are like roofies for God’s sake.
So I skipped out on Manitou, went home, and slept from nine p.m. to nine a.m.
I’m still a little jittery, but I do seem to have a better hold on things today.
Thanks for your support with all of this. I apologize profusely for putting y’all through my “crazy chick who needs a good slap” performance.
I hope to return to regular jarbabyprograming shortly.
jarbaby