I'm still alive, barely.
I've got this damned cold, the one I knew I'd get even way back in June. It never fails; the kids are in school for their first week, and the next week, I'm coughing, heaving, and generally feel like death. How's that for prediction?
I'm no longer working for the university. I've opted out of that mess, and have gotten myself into a whole new one. I'm working for TNT (The New Theatre) in my hometown, and I'm totally surprised that I was able to transition into a job immediately after the last one. It's much more fun, and I've got a great group of people to work with. The pay sucks as always, but it's definitely a plus to do what you love for a living.
I've also been asked to be Stage Manager for a Christmas production. I haven't accepted yet, because SM is a completely crazy gig. I really want to do it, but realistically, I need money from the gig, not just a pat on the back. However, in this market, pats on the back are a big deal. My name, by word of mouth, sounds good, and I'm sure its the reason why things seem to be just handed to me.
My girl is in fourth grade now, and the biggest deal is her own new boyfriend, and the fact that she is taking French in school. Ah l'amour. I've got my own interest, and things are moving slowly.
Life is all right. At least, it just keeps on going, and I'm just hanging in here for the ride.