Lonesome Doves

The only thing I know about the future is that the deterioration in my social skills means it's exceedingly likely to be a lonesome affair. That'd be unfortunate except that my inveterate disdain for the species makes aloof detachment preferable to company. Any company. Other than the inevitability of solitude (and remember, friends, we all die alone, even if there are a lot people around), the future's a mystery. So, if the question is where the S&P will be in a year, the answer is that I