Greetings from Atlanta, Georgia, where I’m able to actually use water without guilt (as opposed to California, where we are all praying El Nino actually comes through this winter). I managed to eek my way through the trading day on a plane with a GoGo Internet connection, which is ungodly slow and painful, but it is better than nothing (although just barely).
It was an odd trading day. I was so relieved that the quarter was closed, I didn’t let it faze me too badly that the ES was soaring on the night of the 30th. Gartman finally yelled “Uncle!” in the middle of the night so, as God intended, the markets promptly changed course, and when I woke up they were barely even in the green. It’s too bad the plunge during the day got reversed, and in the end, it was one of those days that might have well just have never bothered opening.
