I am in the middle of a relapse. A sticky, ugly, anxious mood that refuses to quit. And the worst of it is— my timing couldn’t be more off. I’m starting rehearsals for one of my shows next week. (My theatre consulting goes from simple advice and designs all the way up to director. This year is director.) Which means that the relapse happened right as I was casting more than 60 children and young adults into a Singing-in-the-Rain-esque musical I wrote based on Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing.