Juiced.

Have no fear, I'm not on steroids (though I have been...not so fun, I don't know how those body builders do it). I've just got lots of things beginning to simmer...creatively.  Those creative juices (see, tied in the title) are a-flowing.  I'm excited about all my new projects that are beginning to come into focus.  Perhaps some involving my dear friend Camilla (many heartfelt congratulations, by the way.  Yay for engagements!), perhaps some involving old high school friends and Tuesday nights (details to come, I promise), perhaps some involving an upcoming audition, perhaps some involving this:

I'm feeling a little buzzy or, as the Salem ladies say, like I have champagne bubbles running through my veins.  And I've got to tell you--I. Love. It.  I haven't felt this way in a long time.  I'm excited to share new things here, but I think we'll have to let this creative culinary concoction (ah, alliteration) come to a boil first.  I have a feeling it is going to be a lovely Fall.

Side note:  even though it is for the lamest thing I have ever heard, welcome home, sir.