Such is life.
I was in New York last weekend with mr. muse for some intensive Broadway therapy (Something Rotten!, Hand to God, and the benefit reading of Gross Indecency with an exceptional cast). It was restorative and lovely. I got to nap and eat yummy food, mr. muse and I walked the High Line on a stunning fall day and went to the 9/11 Memorial Museum (about which I have complicated thoughts), I filled my heart and mind up with excellent theater, at the reading's after party I got to say hi to Darren (who was his usual lovely, warm self as he greeted me with a big hug and geeked out with mr. muse about technology as they always seem to... and how on earth have I seen him enough times that we have things we catch up on? What crazy world is this?) and to meet the glowing creature of light and beauty that is Jonathan Groff and also the very stunning and hilarious Ms. Mia Swier and to talk briefly to Larry Kramer (omg, I still can't believe it), and just generally had a really, really good time that made me feel like I'd had a lengthy vacation even though it was only two nights away.
And then I came home with a cold that set in on the train and have completely lost my voice and am up to my eyeballs in contractors and stress and the museling, and it feels like I haven't done anything but be miserable for forever.
I like my first paragraph way better than the second one. :P
I hope when this cold lifts I will regain that sense of joy and excitement. Or at least my voice. I would really, really like to be able to speak and be understood. You have no idea how desperately I wanted wonton soup today, but I can barely squeak out a sound, and there was no way I could order it. Sigh. This, too, shall pass.
Anyway, apologies that I am quite behind in replying to comments. My brain feels like it's returning from wherever it goes when I am sick (perhaps the Bahamas for a nice rest?), so I hope I'll be up to typing coherent sentences soon. You've no idea how long it took me to type this much. I hope it makes sense.
tl;dr New York was amazing... and perhaps was a fever-dream brought on by the cold I now have... No, no, there are pictures. Not a dream.
And then I came home with a cold that set in on the train and have completely lost my voice and am up to my eyeballs in contractors and stress and the museling, and it feels like I haven't done anything but be miserable for forever.
I like my first paragraph way better than the second one. :P
I hope when this cold lifts I will regain that sense of joy and excitement. Or at least my voice. I would really, really like to be able to speak and be understood. You have no idea how desperately I wanted wonton soup today, but I can barely squeak out a sound, and there was no way I could order it. Sigh. This, too, shall pass.
Anyway, apologies that I am quite behind in replying to comments. My brain feels like it's returning from wherever it goes when I am sick (perhaps the Bahamas for a nice rest?), so I hope I'll be up to typing coherent sentences soon. You've no idea how long it took me to type this much. I hope it makes sense.
tl;dr New York was amazing... and perhaps was a fever-dream brought on by the cold I now have... No, no, there are pictures. Not a dream.