For no special reason I'm sad today. I'm low and defeated, weepy, despairing, sure that this cycle has failed.
There's no contingency plan this time, which scares me half to death. How do you face a negative when you don't know what comes next? Everything's a blank.
Paul wants a break. I owe him that. How long a break? Then what?
The unplanned future frightens me more than the thought of a failed cycle.