Where do the days go? Last week was very rough. My daughter got sick with some sort of mysterious virus. So she was home most of last week and just got well today. One night her fever got to 105 degrees F. We called the nurse on duty and she told us to take our daughter in to the emergency room. Once there, they dosed her with motrin and tylenol. Well, duh, we could have done that–our question was if it was okay to do so. She hadn’t cleared 4 hours between doses, like it says on the back of the bottle. Better safe than sorry, I suppose. But that emergency room bill is gonna hurt. Being a stay-at-home dad came in handy last week. It wasn’t a big hit to take care of the kid. I didn’t get to work on my projects, but luckily nothing was critical.

To top it off, I think I caught a tinge of what my daughter had, which really wiped me out over the weekend. But I seem to be on the mend.

This week I’ve got to do an animatic for the SW:Revelations film. I’ve also got a short film to write for my brother’s next project. Inspiration is not striking. So it’s going to be the really painful kind of writing. But I’m going to plug through it. Oh, and it’s supposed to be a comedy. Wish me luck. I’m not exactly the funniest person on the planet. I wanted the challenge though. So I can only blame myself.

Very little progress on my novel. Big surprise. But I did manage to do some brainstorming and think I’ve got a couple of interesting ideas to flesh out. One of them may evolve into the overall mystery/evil plot that the heroine gets mixed up in.

Lastly, Neil Gaiman’s blog entry today included a little ode to Fred, the unlucky black cat, who appears to have taken up the hobby of vomiting on the carpet. Our family just went through a similar bout with one of our cats. And after many months of cleaning up cat yuk, we (with help from the vet) seem to have finally found the magic combination of food and medication to stop the madness. I just couldn’t help read Mr. Gaiman’s blog and think to myself, this man knows my pain.