Les Huguenots will premiere this weekend, so there are a lot of people in my building right now singing opera. That's how I got sidetracked and muscular -- I was on my way to the kitchen with a heavy box of plates when a voice came out of nowhere. Holding my heavy box I creepily lingered in the hallway in front of the door where that voice was coming, perking my ears and trying to take part in the music. My arms, oh they were aching with the weight of those dishes, oh and people were passing now too, giving me odd stares. But I didn't budge. I was standing there, with my heavy plates, enjoying the singing, and my arms were shaking, but it was beautiful, it really was.
Eventually, of course, the music stopped, and I went away. My dishes now are done, and I am sipping tea in my room, reflecting on the chicken and fingerling potatoes I ate at lunch, drizzled with lemon-caper dressing. I will sleep well tonight. The opera is on Friday.
