“We should consider every day lost in which we have not danced at least once.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
This seemed very fitting today. Sunday I was dancing in my kitchen while I was cooking. What? It was good music. I went to a great concert the night before. I got to have pancakes for breakfast, and I got to spend time with a good friend. Heck, I even ran into a few friends at the show that I hadn’t seen in a while! Normally, it doesn’t matter, no one would see except for the dog, Dexter. (Not named after the fictional serial killer!) He might look at me as if I’d lost my marbles, but he can’t tell anyone. Except, this time, my best friend was in town to go to the concert the night before (her Christmas present)…yeah, I got busted. Much laughter ensued. Am I saying I can’t dance? No! Well…maybe…You can dance if you want to. That’s all I’m saying.
‘Til next time,