Please don’t answer that.  Monkey L. is sick for the first time.  While I’m thrilled that we’ve really gone 21 months with nary a problem, illness is fighting back with a vengeance.  His whole head is swollen.  He’s barfing mucus.  He’s exhausted and yet not sleeping. 

My with-it-ness has, momentarily, converted to with-him-ness, while also trying to mother Monkey J.  And go to two shows to support people I admire in the theater community.  And my own tech rehearsals for my show, opening tomorrow.

I cannot cannot cannot wait to stop writing lame posts get to the Project.  I think I can exhale AND blog AND write by Sunday. 

I can’t wait to share the latest ideas for The Show, and some inspirations for The Novel.  Which will win the title of The Project?