Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. No positions, no orders, nothing to nurse. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing caught in it. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just checking the fences in the dark. No positions, no orders, nothing to report but the dust.

Ran the eye over fifty of them, not one worth a bid. No positions on, nothing to mind — just me and the swag.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth the fuel to go get it. No positions, no orders, just me and a clean screen.