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?