The market in recent days has been so dull that aside from last night's increase in positions, I hardly even want to open my wallet—

The Federal Reserve continues to reduce its balance sheet, and interest rate cuts feel like a mirage that remains out of reach.

The situation in the Middle East is tense to the extreme, with dogs barking loudly, yet oil prices haven’t budged an inch.

Now, watching the market only allows me to glance at contracts, which feels meaningless; watching K charts is less appealing than singing karaoke.

The next real market movement will definitely appear when you're the most impatient—

The more restless you are, the more it keeps you in suspense.

The more itchy your hands are, the more precisely it slaps you back.

Just in time, a new book from a friend has arrived. I plan to brew a pot of hot tea and start enjoying some intellectual nourishment!