There isn’t a single trading morning that starts without me holding my breath to see what the first quotes of the day reveal, but this morning was particularly anxiety-laden, considering the consequences of the retracements about which I’ve written endlessly and the nauseating strength of the bull run over the past six trading days. How pleased I was to see my favorite color, red, slathered all over the screen. It was particularly delicious since, of course, futures had been so annoyingly (but appropriately) strong on Sunday, with the NQ flying higher by another triple digits. As of this moment, all of that doe-eyed, Fed-sucking bullish delusional thinking has been laid waste.




