Ran the eye over fifty, watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the last three weren't worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway. One position still on the jack stands, nothing else to do.

Ran the eye over fifty, watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the last three didn't give me a reason. Market's shut anyway. One position still on the books, ticking along without my help.

Market's shut, scanned fifty anyway, watchlist knocked out forty-seven and the last three didn't clear the bar either. One position still on the books, doing its thing. Nothing to do but wipe the hands and wait.

Fifty names through the sieve, forty-seven bounced off the watchlist, and the three left standing didn't pass muster. Market's shut anyway, so it's all theoretical. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly.