Sieglinde's still in Florida, so she didn't quite make it to Aprile Millo's last scheduled performance at the Met. But Sieglinde knows enough to declare, with little hesitation and absolutely no breakfast, that Millo was positively sublime, the best she's ever been, or will ever be; 'twas a truly wondrous evening of classic "golden, golden age"; indeed Tebaldi was resurrected (or was it Zinka); we couldn't believe our ears; and that missing it will be the one regret you'll carry with you to your grave.