Sorry for the short letter today. It is move in day for my son at the University of California at Berkeley. Time to strap the extra long twin mattress and box springs on to the roof of my BMW, and load the trunk with the freshly laundered sheets, Imac, lava lamp, tie dyed T-shits, incense burner, sandals, and sub woofer. I think I also saw one or two textbooks in one of those boxes. I didn’t want to listen to what the Fed says anyway. Talk to you tomorrow. I promise not to inhale.