The SHS patterns (and others) are saying careful out there, son. This isn’t done cooking the longs, not yet, not by a long shot.
At the same time an upwelling urge is whispering in my gut “The bargains are falling in your lap. Buy, you fool.”

Sigh. The western flycatcher returned from southern haunts 2 days ago. At this hour at this time of year she likes to pick off awakening house flies sunning on the east wall. Silly bird doesn’t know she’s not supposed to range quite this far north.
The sky is deep azure, the sun warmly smiling. Pruning needs doing. Pears. Apples.
The gold market will have to wait.

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