6+ months of poor and broken sleep.  First it was diligence and fun. Then it was sparkling and fantastic; and in the final sliver it was intense and unbearable.

Now for somnolence. Sluggish and fog ridden.  Knocked out, bedbound. Then shuffling along denying sunlight.  Finally sequestered in an egg cut off from the senses

And you do it all again, trimming the limits and the fat tails till the ranges of bell curves lope smoother, till risk dissipates.