Our basement: as dark as our mood How can I describe these last few weeks? Bee's had so much stress over the Market. I'm talking stomach-cramps, can't-sleep-without-Ambien stress. Since I am (occasionally) a Good Wife, I feel what he feels, so it's been no picnic for me, either. It's been hell, and then it got worse, and then -- just when we thought we couldn't handle anything else -- it got even worse . As if the universe was chanting, "Ha HA! F*ck you guys!!"