I Gots Da Feeva…

Good morning! Going back to work today, after being out two days with a high fever (37.3 ~ 39.5) and just aching all over. It started Sunday afternoon, not long after I took Alex out on his bike.
Went to the hospital emergency the next day (national holiday, clinics arent open), got some meds and told to come back the next day.
Go back on Tuesday, got some penicillin and two other meds. Fever was yo-yoing up and down, and I couldn’t stay up (or awake) for a long period of time..so you can imagine I got plenty of sleep.
Night sweats are fun, too.
Woke up Wednesday, still felt like crap, so I emailed in sick again. Stayed in bed mostly, except to eat and other personal duties.
I hope I feel even better as the day wears on into tomorrow.
I still don’t know what it was that caused me to go down so fast. Maybe just the heat (we’re having a heat wave this week in Japan) and just physical exhaustion brought it on…I don’t know.
I will say that I drank maybe one cup of coffee since Sunday…the rest of the time it was water, sports drinks and fruit/vegetable juice.
Maybe its time to kick another habit?
Maybe so.

Monday Morning Rambling…

Good morning from Tokyo!
Nothing serious, just a life update, because Facebook threatened to un-publish my page if I don’t post something on here…so here goes.
 
My son Alex has nine days of school left, before his school’s summer vacation. He is doing great, can read and write both hiragana and katakana. He was trying his best to teach me some, as well! He is a powerful little guy, and we couldn’t be more prouder.
 
My work and writing are going along. Work itself keeps me busy, moving around Tokyo, but I’m thriving. I think. The kids and parents are both great, showing lots of love and support.
 
“George” is coming along good…got almost eighteen A-4 sized pages written…with more to come. It’s definitely going to be my most complex story, as far as characters and story-lines go. I’m getting better at my back story, but not trying to put all my creative eggs in one basket right away. Need to save some nuggets for later, right?
I’ve been tossing around the idea of publishing all of my “other” (ok, forgotten and neglected) short stories into one book…why do you think? I may just do it, anyway. I still have the option of re-publishing them individually later, anyway. We’ll see. I’ve got so many other projects that have really fallen by the wayside, and I shouldn’t have done that. Some I put alot of work into, like “Ryo” (the screenplay that I had written, based on my children’s book, “The New Neighbor”)…and I really have to get back into it.
“Ryo” is different from my books, because it would involve casting, directing, filming on location, etc. It would be without a doubt my biggest project to date. So, if anyone may be interested in collaborating, let me know. Just make sure you’re in the Tokyo area, and free weeknights and weekends!
 
That’s about it…any comments? Please leave them, following the post, thanks!
 
Everyone have a good one…

Excerpt From “George”

“My brethren…I implore you to pray for my lost daughter and her friend…whoever he may be…” Reverend Kilgore preached to his “flock” that night at his church. He and his wife hadn’t heard anything in regards to Babs or the sedan. The boy? Who cares. Babs mom was beside herself with grief, and just wanted her little girl back home in one piece.
“Why did she run away Reverend? Who did she run away with?” one of the parishioners asked bluntly, catching the good reverend off guard.
“That’s a personal matter, Mr.White…but thank you for your thoughts and prayers!” Reverend Kilgore thanked him, sounding more like a spokesman than a father. If news got out why Babs did run away, he knew he and his family would be shamed out of town. He was doing the Lord’s work for the lost people of Sparrow and the surrounding area. He had to keep his image as a man of god, no matter what.
“I heard she was running around with that Johnny Sumpter!” an old lady stood up and said, “You know he used to be on the football team, before he got hurt…but he’s a little punk anyway!” she added, then waved her fan in disgust before sitting back down.
Another parishioner stood up, “Yeah, his old man owns the garage at the end of town…good guy.” he said, “But Johnny won’t have anything to do with him..”
The Reverend threw up his hands to calm them down, “Like I said, Brother Robinson, this is a personal matter and we need your prayers please.” he smiled a nervous smile, then glanced over to his wife in the front row. Their eyes locked, knowing that maybe they can’t hide the facts forever. Time will tell, but for now they want Babs back and that punk-ass Johnny-boy in jail. God will deal with him in time.