The last week was one continuous downward slide. My head was even more messed up than usual, and very innovatively dealt with the overload by shutting down without bothering to ask for my permission. It was a shutdown in the most complete sense of the word, and I've always hated feeling numb. If you're working in the Concepts department, you really cannot function with a comatose imagination.
Fortunately for me, I've always had wonderful luck as far as friends are concerned. Okay, not always, most of the time. Anyway, this was one of those times. RR made a very well-timed visit to this city, and I spent the better part of my weekend with her. We had coffee, watched a wonderful play, had the most divine steak and onions for dinner, and just laughed because we could, with each other. The only spanner in the works was this jackass of a boy (but obviously) who tagged along with us on Sunday.
I also had the rather bizarre experience of being stared at for half a minute by a rather wonderful actor who I remember from as long ago as my pre-school days, charming people on Doordarshan. I'd have been flattered by the attention, except that it was not a "Who is she?" look as much as a "What is she?" look. Sigh.
Since yesterday, the ideas have started flowing again, I don't have to struggle to get out of bed as much, and I'm even singin' in the rain.
I also want, right now, to tell all my friends how much I love all of them and how they always do wonders for my soul. Okay, not all of them. Just about a dozen women spread across this country, with about half that number at Delhi. I'm borrowing a line from a t-shirt of mine that I particularly like.
Live, Love, Rock.