The darkness outside my clinic window is a reminder that even in stillness, there is always something brewing, like the quiet moments before a patient's condition shifts, and I find myself wondering if the market's current state is similarly poised for a change.

Fatigue is setting in, been a long night in the clinic, just as unstable as the markets seem to be, I've been taking a moment to check the gas fees on my breaks, a familiar ritual that's become as comforting as a steady pulse.