think of me fondly when you say goodbye

In an effort to conserve energy, this blog will be short, sweet and to the point - a teaser if you will, for more to come. Today: a four-hour drive to Detroit (that's right - of the Rock City variety), wandering around the burnt out buildings and abandoned warehouses, taking pictures whilst avoiding crack addicts. Seeing Phantom of the Opera live onstage for the first time (a statement which really doesn't belong with the ones that preceed it). Sitting in the Masonic Temple, watching the chandelier being hoisted to the ceiling, crying when Christine and the Phantom embraced, crying when the theatre of 4000 americans dutifully gave the show a standing ovation ... it's been a hell of a day. Team it up with a four-hour drive home to the tune of the cast recording of Les Miserables and I'm in heaven.

It's been a whirlwind of a weekend - warm and loving and too quick, as usual. I am overwhelmed but optimistic and will return to blog after a few night's rest to recover from what has been a truly wonderful three days with Steve.