Opus 2017-092: Life Medicine

My day is a constant cycle of manic-depressive.

This morning the students were asking me why I was so happy.  I was singing to them and other nonsense.  In the morning there is so much spring in my step I have been known to bounce.

In the afternoon the spring has turned to winter.  Yesterday when I left I could hardly make it to the car.  Part of it is old age and a long day.  A bigger part of it is having to act like a lion tamer without a whip or pistol. 

I wonder if there is a medication for life?

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