What a lovely week I had, reading your sweet comments. Thank you for your love and loyalty and patience. It's good to be with you again.
I should have a more exciting post to share, but things have been fairly quiet as I've steadily plowed through two seasons of "Homeland" in an epic binge of escapism. As much as I loved the show, it's a relief to have wrapped things up - I've been lying awake in bed every night, rigid and exhausted from the tension of stalking the world's most insidious terrorist in a highly dangerous covert operation, while conducting an ill-advised affair with another insidious terrorist. It all seemed a bit much, especially after having recently outrun a hoard of hostile zombie wildings, failed to save my ancestral home from financial ruin and battled Rome for supreme authority over the Church of England.
Which leads me to my motto: When life gets too lifey, absorb yourself in someone else's life and make it your own. As with all things, I take this too far (weeks of copious and inconsolable weeping over my boyfriend's tragic football accident come to mind) and last week, a small and potentially career-damaging incident reminded me that the blurring of fantasy and reality has its disadvatages.
So I was getting out of a taxi with my boss, and I noticed – using my razor sharp CIA-trained powers of observation – that the cabbie was driving off with our colleague.
Panicked, I whizzed around. "Clinton!" I screamed, locking Clare Danes crazy eyes with my boss. "WHERE IS CLINTON?!"
His obliviousness was apparently too much for me. "Jesus Christ," I gasped. "I thought you were being kidnapped..." and then – in a very small voice, because the crazy in my head had unwittingly unleashed itself and it was too late to stop it – "...by a member of a terrorist cell."
I won't go into what happened next (blaming the outburst on a surfeit of "Homeland," watching my colleagues surreptitiously reach for restraints, etc.), but what they didn't know - and what I failed to tell them - is that I could have taken that freedom-hating cabbie to the HOLE, given half a chance.