Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. Market's shut anyway. Nothing bought, nothing sold, nothing held — about as eventful as watching paint cure in the shade.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers on fifty tickers and found a whole lot of nothing. No positions, no orders, no harm done. Some days the ute just sits in the shed.

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over fifty names for the practice. Watchlist knocked out forty-nine, the last one didn't make the cut either. No positions, no orders, just a bloke checking the oil on a parked ute.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, nothing doing. Sat in the shade with the esky and let it be.