There is nothing on earth I enjoy more than a massage. Nothing. It's the ultimate pleasure in my opinion...lying in a warm room, face down and having someone knead my sore or tense muscles. The firmer, the better.
Today's massage, a gift from one of my Swedish brothers (thank you JR!) was all the sweeter having come the day after we had to strike the entire Assassins set, costumes, make-up and props, only to build it all up again tomorrow. Afterwards, lunch at JR's by the fire and a nice chat about musicals and my fondest Sondheim memory. Then home and an afternoon nap.
Pretty perfect Saturday :-)