Cycling Through

Okay, Fio will admit it.  She recently had a total breakdown.  Everything had been piling up--the writing, the house, family stuff--plus, several things Fio had been anticipating fell through.  Fio's reaction was to take a long look at her life and feel like a failure, and she  didn't see much future either.  Nevertheless, she tried to be strong, to keep moving forward.  Then came the last straw.

And she blew.  For several hours.

The next day, she woke up totally drained.  That afternoon, she started coming back to herself, and that evening, she was back to normal--whatever that is.

Until next time.

Revival

How well did Fiorella cover herself Thursday through Saturday? She doesn't like to let anyone know when she's distressed so she hopes nothing leaked through except her Shylock poem, which had been written earlier and shelved--its publishing date date crept up on her unaware (or maybe her subconscious took over).  Anyway, Fiorella went into a frenzy of physical activity for the aforementioned days, then collapsed on the couch Saturday afternoon.  Yeah, after two nights of sleeplessness, she bombed out.

The great thing was that when she awoke, she realized that during her walking coma, she'd packed away the rest of the Christmas decorations, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, and thus allowed her brain to function again.  Onward and upward, Fiorella!