Well, the big week is here at last, and preparations are well underway. The podium at the Eccles building is being prepared. The microphones are being double-checked. And the poor chap who has to shave Janet’s back before each press conference is subjecting his best blade to a strop to ensure an excellent job. We’re all in this together.
When I curled up in bed Sunday night for my brief hibernation, the ES was up double digits, clearly getting a bounce from its deliciously battered state on Friday evening. “Moments ago” (as our friends ZH like to measure time) when I woke up, I was slightly bracing myself for high how the ES might have fought its way back. I say “slightly” because, as I’ve said many times recently, I intend to lighten up quite a bit before The Evil One speaks on Wednesday, and I’m already down to only 60 short positions.


