I'm Alive.

My GOD. I could not get well. I was down for the count from Thursday until Monday...and am just now getting over a cough. We are talking fever, aches, phelgm (I don't know if that is how you spell that word, but that spelling makes me smile, so it stays), cough, snot, and on and on. I don't remember being that sick in quite some time. I lost some weight, so that was a bonus. Anyhoo, I am back at work. December Fools opens tonight at Abingdon. I saw a dress rehearsal last night and it is a good one. One of the actresses in particular is stellar. She gives credence that acting is about technique. I also spoke to the scenic designer, who had directed me in a play called, Bruno Hauptmann Kissed My Forehead. He asked when he was going to see me up on stage again. He said I was so "zany" and great to watch. I realized that I had to ask myself that same question. I did a reading of a comedy at the Dramatists Guild the other day, with all these Broadway people, and they were so complimentary, that it did make me not only miss acting, but also feel I have some confidence left in me somewhere. I shoot the film this Sunday and am hoping to meet with another filmmaker about the possibility of doing a new project. It's good to be feeling better. And it's even gooder that it's Friday. TGIF.