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are you getting bored of my cape cod photobook?  sorry…it’s become my new evening zen.  i curl into bed by 11, go through some pictures from the trip, edit a few, and then cuddle up and slip into a deep sweet sleep.  i’m not going to complain one bit about what i call “cape cod time”; i haven’t slept this early, this easily, or this soundly in years.  

in other news, Elektra opened last night.  in other, not necessarily unrelated news: i don’t really care for Strauss opera, particularly Elektra.  but still?  pretty awesome job, this singing at lincoln center thing…i don’t forget that for one second.

other odds ‘n ends:  

~ very excited to put up the tree, but no idea when we’ll get to it, as this is my busiest weekend of the season (i literally have one break this weekend, 3-4:00 on saturday.  all other time will be on the road, in various rehearsals, singing a wedding, two masses, doing a lessons & carols performance, singing Elektra…). still, my cold dark heart grows three sizes every time i pass a christmas tree vendor (they’re on nearly every corner here), so i know it’s time to haul out the holly.

~ also very very excited to be going home in just a few weeks.  whoever wrote “there’s no place like home for the holidays” was talking specifically about christmas at my parents’ house, i’m sure of it.  i’m dreaming of sitting by the fireplace with a book and a glass of wine while Pa watches old episodes of Little House on the Prairie and the sounds of mom & em running and giggling through the playroom fill house, sneaking away to SuperWalmart in the wee hours of night, meeting up for a pot of coffee at jojo’s (jeska, are you reading this?  i’m talkin’ to you!), sitting around with my cousins and their kids, and taking pictures filled with green space and antiques and joy…

~ i love birthdays.  (not just mine.)  i also love going through old pictures with good friends.  and sharing little memories.  and laughing.  and listening to really corny songs.

~ i have a new goal for the new year: my honey and i are going to learn to swing dance.  no, it’s not JUST because i want to dress all 40′s swingy; that’s just a bonus.

[note to auntie d: when on 'cape cod time' i even manage to make it up in time for the sunrise.  that's saying something, huh? ]