Only a few days ago I had been grinding my teeth about this market of ours. How quickly things change. We have been banging through shelves of support in a marvelously clockwork manner lately.
If you’ll indulge me just for a moment, here is, more or less, my dream scenario: a move, before May is over, to about 3800. Now that would be magnificent.
At this point, I can think of just one man who is up to the job. Not up to the jobs. Just the job. Don’t blow it, Tim.
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