My cognitive abilities are close to zero, as I am, once again, inflicted by the COVID-19 virus. It’s not official, since I do not bother to test for it — but my body says “you’re fucked bro” and I want nothing but water and rest.
This morning in a COVID haze, I sold all of my aristocrat stocks before markets plunged lower. I netted a gain of +52bps and stepped aside into all cash. MY gains for the year are now +3.1%, and +2.4% of them have been achieved in this COVID dreaming circus world. I would not call it luck, per se, as my methods are memorized and I purposely bought very high priced stocks in an effort to not trade.
In other news, Mrs. Fly is quite pleased to see me sick. She doesn’t express it openly — but I spy a certain pep in her step, an increased verve as she prances about the house in perfect health. On occasion, she’ll make some comments at me, such as “you’re always getting sick” or “don’t touch anything” — to which I care not to partake in debate.
I’m up now and should be trading — but I do not feel like it. The market is bad and it’s not going to get better today. Maybe better luck next week.
I see the big spikes in nuclear energy, gold, and tanker stocks — basically world war 3 is back on the menu.
If you enjoy the content at iBankCoin, please follow us on Twitter
Hope you feel better soon. Mrs Fly’s comment about your propensity to be under the weather makes me think you might want to quietly get a Paxlovid script. I know, I know…but there is some evidence it reduces the risk of long COVID. Nobody needs that.