Warm Chocolatey Goodness , Guilt-Free

Aaahhhhh! Sitting here with a warm cup of Cocoa Camino hot chocolate and listening to weird jazz from Iain Ballamy is nice indeed. If only I had a warm, crackling fire (in a fireplace, not in a kitchen or on my body, this time). If only it were the holidays already and I knew that I could sleep in as late as I wanted. If only, if only...

Still, here I am and the hot chocolate's swell!

I went out today to pick up some things, including a scant few Christmas gifts. I was surprisingly well-behaved at a book sale and spent less than expected, for a change. (I did, however, pick up a little item of oddity to send to someone whose name starts with "K" and rhymes with "Eltie".)

Back at home, I worked on getting some Christmas cards written and addressed (which proves less than simple each year. Mr. Shannon, I need your address; send it to me) and I'm about a third of the way done.

I also watched Heroes which is proving to hold my interest, as you know. Apparently it's gearing up for it's "Fall Season Finale", which is a new term I'm hearing more and more these days. Remember those days when a show seemed to run from September to May with new episodes nearly every week? When re-runs were the occasional interruption rather than occasionally interrupted by new episodes?

In other news, I'm off to see CATS at Theatre Aquarius tomorrow. I've heard it's a great production and fully expect it to be so. They're a fine establishment for your theatre-viewing needs. When in Hamilton, be sure to ... well, you get it.

And now, with that, I'm going to go and actually read a chapter or two of Seeker, the first book in a new trilogy by
William Nicholson, author of The Wind Singer, a book I highly recommend.

Banana floats!

Overdue

So, I'm sickish.

Yes, in the middle of Chicago's run, I'm sickish. It started with those tickling, rasping hints of impending laryngitis last week. This time of year is bad for allergies, but I managed to stave off any outright voice loss through the weekend. Then it came. That nasty "Is is allergies or is it a cold now?" feeling that has left me with wretched sinus pressure, the awful voice, and the inability to keep hydrated. I've been sleeping excessively, whenever possible, to try and get it over and done with. I'm hoping I can be reasonably together for the show tomorrow, though I'm a little worried about blowing out my voice before I finish the weekend.

In other news, I've officially accepted the role of Riff-Raff in The Rocky Horror Show. It should be fun, in a loose and freewheeling way. The director wants it to have a ... well ... loose and freewheeling feel to it, keeping it as spontaneous as possible, so the rehearsal period should be interesting. I'm used to audience involvement and heckling from the dinner theatre (where it's part of the show), but it will be interesting to see how it goes when it's on a the Rocky Horror level. ("Bo-o-o-o-ring! Bo-o-o-ring!")

So that's the brief update.

Have a nice day.