Sat down at the computer late, had gotten a text from Mother that Father needed his snow boots which I have in AZ, and my boots (which I left for him in Denver) are still in the trunk of my car at the mechanic. On top of having woken late (7am) this felt like family stress to me. I sat down at 7:20am, looked like there was a congestion zone in premarket and over the course of the last couple days. I had to shit but the market was about to open. I resolved that if I were to trade in this state of discomfort and loose I’d be angry at myself about it. I want to defecate, then returned to see the open having carried on with chop. I sat and watched the chart, the price chopping around a 4022 level I had, then decided not to trade. The speed and viciousness of the moves up and down on a 1 minute basis seemed to allow for no clean entry, at least not an easy one, and not one where I would have had the stomach to hold through the whiplashing price. I’d rather spend the time reading and at least have a guarantee of walking away with a gain in that realm.