Life has its low points, and a whole bunch of whatever lumped into the middle, and a few bright, diamond-dust highs scattered here and there. Obviously, the trick is to get out from under the lows, clutch and cling at the middle like crazy, and run the clock, waiting for some highs.
It's never obvious that the lows will in fact bottom out, not while you're in them, hoping the blows will pass. It's not evident things will turn the corner if shabby luck has the habit of breezing on in, triple-bundled, arriving in wholesale batches from three to thirty-three, by the case and the gross. Somehow, those low points actually come to an end: We get through, get back to the middle, and even go on to some more highs.