Well, my mental cloud seems to have lifted considerably (just in time for it to Really Rain). Thank you all for your kind thoughts. I am feeling physically much better - as an example, when I was driving the car to the shop and had to stop suddenly, which sent much of the contents of my bag out of it, I said "Shoot" instead of something stronger, or crying. Deo gratias. The week of hormone hell was quite scary.

The car itself appears to be ok after the battery got recharged - no inherent electrical system problem. I retrieved it last night after the show.

I decided that if bad things came in threes, the car was the last bad thing.

The show was a fun experience. Every seat in Zellerbach was full. Although we had to endure some of the less charming aspects of a Berkeley crowd (I have never understood the hissing thing and think it is tacky - why, yes, those bits got re-recorded), and a half-ass Governator joke, it was a major hoot. This one will be broadcast this weekend ("Live from Cal Performances at the University of California, Berkeley" - in the bay area, KQED-FM has it at 11 am Saturday) and I am looking forward to seeing what actually gets on the radio. I know for fact the initial Saucy Banter with Armistead Maupin (the "Not My Job" contestant) won't be and I wonder about the suitability of some of the rest.

(Wait Wait is prerecorded ... not only do the stumbles get redone and edited out, the stuff you can't say on radio does as well.)

Campus was packed for a basketball game; scalpers up and down Telegraph. (It was UCLA, which was one of my guesses.) My church parking pass would have been worth money, although I'm glad that I took public transit, even if I did get on the wrong bus and end up walking through campus. (The 52 is not the 51.)