sing sweet nightingale...


I was meaning to post something tonight, but poor Aryn is sick and I've been busy tending to him with water and other such essential get-well remedies all the while entertaining him with my terrible Eastern European accent.

Florence Nightingale would be proud.

Eventually I will post my thoughts and feelings about the Alberta Ballet. Just not tonight. I must watch over my patient. It's a little odd to be the one who is healthy, that is not usually the case.