Round and round and round it goes. You get used to the cycles. Daily, monthly, every 3 weeks, whatever, humans are good with patterns. And adapting. In fact, if it happens regularly enough over enough years, you’ll cease noticing changes, lose track of effects, especially on others. You begin to think of it all as yourself. The way of things. Shouldn’t we all be used to it by now? The sun, the seasons; the menstruals, the hours, the moods. But sometimes they don’t seem to go anywhere. Hi-jacked, hung-up. Wheels refusing to turn, or spinning around in one place.
N Filbert 2013