23 Sep 2010, 9am sharp. Took out my branch trimmer started snipping away the deadwoods. Plucks some low hanging fruits for a snack. And the bull hit the sack.
The next few days, planted a few new seeds, give 'em a good watering. Starting to germinate. Waiting for a good harvest come the harvesting season.
It is an art. There is no exact science about it. It is about tilting the odds in your favour. Once you lost your mojo, once you can no longer read the lines clearly, once you don't like how the story is unfolding, then the odds are no longer in your favour. Best to reduce positions and re-assess the situation. Feel the mojo.
I think the bull has woke up from his little nap, but still feeling a bit groggy. Perhaps will laze around munching grass before trotting on. Up or down, that is the question.
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