Greetings from my children’s play room, from where I have decided to compose a very long post to try to relieve myself of the aching burden of thoughts borne from recent market action. I should be feeling triumphant, but I feel deeply dissatisfied (which is not surprising, knowing my personality) while, at the same time, full of anticipation. Slope is, among other things, a means by which I expunge tortured thoughts, so I will do that here and now.
