Boston

Very interesting things happening to yours truly as of late.
When we were in Detroit a few weeks ago (sorry I'm not keeping you up on stuff) I, as I often do, did yoga in my dressing room during my hour-and-a-half break in Act I.  Well, it would appear that I managed to find myself a little bacterium that lodged in my left foot and  proceeded to, over the next week, make it swell up like something out of a National Geographic piece.  I went to a doctor, got some antibiotics.  Didn't get better.  I went to the emergency room, got a shot.  Didn't get better.  Finally, when my Susan,myself and Oscar are driving from Charlotte to Boston, we stop for the night in Winchester, VA.  We get into the hotel room and I am almost in tears with pain.  I take the car and drive myself to the hospital where the doctor said, "You're not going home tonight."
He was almost right: I didn't go home for 3 days.  I was on iv antibiotics the entire time and, for a needlephobe like myself, had my blood drawn at least a bazillion times (it was 3x but I was traumatized nonetheless.)
So now we're in Boston and James Darrah, our Prof Standby and Assistant Stage Manager, is doing a brilliant job with the role and the show is getting beautiful reviews.
If you've learned nothing from me this post, learn this: flip flops.