I just made a recording to submit for a competition in October, and I think I got some good stuff. Woot woot! Now I can relax (read: make some yummy rye beer bread, get dinner started, keep working on Ellie's birthday present, drink leftover beer!).

Okay, so I am surrounded by babies and buns-in-the-oven. Two of my former castmates are expecting, and a good friend is undergoing artificial insemination treatments right now. Not to mention my sister-in-law who's due in October, plus the squishy blonde goodness that is little Suli... Back off, babies! I am not ready for you, nor are my malfunctioning ovaries. Jeez! They're like, everywhere. Mark and I have discussed, of course, and I believe this time next year we will begin negotiations (why that word came to mind I do not know). That is, unless I get to be an Adler Fellow, or something of the sort. (Babies can wait--San Francisco Opera cannot!)

Speaking of which, it's about time I start compiling the annual list of summer programs... I do so with not a little world-weariness, since I'm nearly aged out and they don't know what to do with my voice type anyway. But I will dutifully make a list, if only of the companies doing things for my fach. Money becomes an issue--the application fees average about $25 each, plus I have to take off from work. I will be very happy to be past the whole Young Artist stage of my career--and live in a place where there's more opportunity.

But on a silly--but still singing-related--note, THIS is how Phantom of the Opera oughta be.