When a show I have directed ends it is often the thing that spurs a bout of depression with me, and the end of Hunting Of The Snark is no different for me. When I combine it with my current unemployed situation, the taking down I received from at least one of the Full Circle Theater founders (who made it clear that, since I hadn’t put $30,000 into the place I was not a decision maker… or even a recommender), and the cold I have also developed, I am considerably down for a Monday morning.
If I didn’t take my regular medication for depression it would probably be a lot worse… a depressing thought in and of itself. The rainy weather doesn’t help either.
I’m on my way to the store this afternoon to pick up necessary test-strips for my blood-test meter. Maybe a ride in the car will be a pickup.