Firing on All Cylinders

I think I finally comprehend what that phrase means. I've been firing on all cylinders for nearly 40 days straight now, and I feel a cold coming on. This always seems to happen right when I've been pushing my body a wee bit too hard. My mom always says to listen to your body, because it's good at warning you when you need to slow down. If I don't heed the warnings, though, my body tends to force me to slow down. Hopefully it won't come to that this time around; I hear you, circadian rhythms and gathering storm clouds of leukocytes...

This Saturday is the light at the end of my tunnel.... a day off! I cannot wait and I am pretty certain I will spend the majority of the day and night comatose. Miles to go before I sleep and all that jazz. Lesson plans to write, students to teach, auditions to beast, alumni meetings to attend, and common colds to fight off.

Thankfully I have a two week break from the opera while a bagillion other productions go up at the Met, and the Turandot cast shifts. I'll miss Maria Guleghina (she ROCKED IT on her final performance at this past Saturday's matinee). Still... I hear our next Turandot is a Wagner soprano, which means a completely different voice color and interpretation of the role. Color me curious! The show resumes October 30th, and I may or may not be called into rehearsals before then. Hopefully my tutoring schedule calms down a bit!

Until Saturday, though, I'm gonna take the town and turn it upside down... Im gonna live live live until I die!