Tuesday

I'm home, and every time I come back, I realize how much I love being here. Why would I ever want to leave? Every time we go to NYC, we talk about moving there, but then I come back to darling little Balto, and it all just feels right. For right now, at any rate.

My children (cats) missed me very much.

When I was on the way home, I got the call from a company I sang (well) for a few weeks ago, offering me a small role in a Verdi opera. It was a really good feeling, I have to say. It's a small part, but a showy one, and I am kind of flattered to have gotten it, never having known the artistic director, or worked for the company before. Maybe I am doing something right? Maybe?

In other news, I am way too excited to go to the grocery tonight and get back to cooking. It's a dorky thing to say, but I am delighted nonetheless. I'm thinking asiago-encrusted pork chops, grilled asparagus, and a big salad. It's time for horrific West Virginia food detox. Definitely.

As for West Virginia, our hotel was very nice, and family non-dramatic, though slightly irritating. Only a little. :) The food, however. Well, they need to work on that. But Aaron and Matt made up for it last night when we got back and they took us out for a delish tapas meal at Pazo.

Love to all you bloggles!