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Went to the opera last night with my mom (galagan was in the chorus). It was... just okay. I am really a traditionalist, musically speaking, and prefer things like melodies to my music - this seemed to be *hours* of recitative with Very Few Arias. Hmmm. Just not my thing. The Very Slow Plot was a Dracula knockoff, and they could have done lots more with this, IMO, and the characters were not very likeable. (Dracula was supposedly a sympathetic villain, but I didn't feel any of that; the male lead was a dweeb/dork; the female lead was a total whack-job - or just your standard garden-variety really irritating Victorian hysteric with a morbid streak.) Some of the voices were very good, though - Dracula (a baritone) and Dork-Boy (tenor) were both lovely.

Anyway, I was miserable throughout the opera - my back was a tad achy-sore yesterday, and the true pain decided to kick in about the time the curtain went up for Act 1. I'm sure the guy next to me thought I was rude and squirmy, but I just couldn't get comfortable in my seat.

We slept in today very late, went for lunch - and I came home and got back in bed. A heating pad, magazines, and books kept me company for the afternoon, along with the last of a box of Girl Scout cookies. I also started requilting my crazy quilt on my bed - it will take a while. It's definitely a good day to be curled up in bed with a flannel-lined quilt on one's lap.

I'm still not feeling the Electric Baby move - beyond the occasional vague flutter which makes me go "was that it? or was that something else?" ("something else" generally translates as "gas"). But galagan suggested my back is so sore in this one spot (just below my right shoulder-blade; such an odd spot to hurt) because EB is kicking there. Hmmm, could be. :) I wish she'd switch to some other tender area for a while.