I have strong sense that biorhythms do in fact exist. As hard as I try to keep things going when I reach a peak, they invariably fall again. Perhaps the older I get the more I am able to recognize the peaks and valleys. Too bad the valleys have to be such valleys.
Just the fact that something important to me appears to be ending this evening is sad. I wish there was some other way. I can't really say what it is, but it means a lot.