I know. Suck it up, Rahree.
So I'm spending this weekend indulging in all kinds of non-work-related fun. Took my first class in weeks at the gym yesterday, and will spend today either going back to loosen up or (like most days) popping advil and groaning every time I try to get up from the couch. Hubby and I grabbed a tasty dinner (and margaritas!) with friends in our old neighborhood last night, and made some tentative plans for New Years. I also put the Christmas tree up and hung lights on the porch. Productive!
But today? Well, it's a beautiful, sunny day, which means I should get outside. But hubby took the dog to the park, Ina Garten is making a double-chocolate sheet cake on tv, and I have 3 good books (Barbery's The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Burroughs' You Better Not Cry, and the newest by A.S. Byatt...in hardback! Seems like I didn't make it past the "B" section in fiction, huh...) sitting next to me on the couch. Add a cup of spiced black tea and, well, indolence wins.
I promise this week to list some of my favorite monologues from the audition tour. And, below my five, is one of my earliest opera memories. (I'm glad my ears are a little more discerning, although I still love those eyelashes!)
- Cold pizza.
- Compelling stories.
- Brown sugar & vanilla candles.