Mrrmff. Tuesday.

I haven't been this excited about Latin since I first started dancing - and it's all because of how much better A & I's connection gets every time we practice. Things are looking sharp. Mmmspiralturns. We practiced rumba/cha together for about an hour before we got kicked out of the aerobics studio, and then we migrated up to the dance studio, where we finished up with the silver(ish) routine. It was a bronze foxtrot lesson at 7, and since I sort of knew what A was teaching (although he put together a series of figures that I've never danced in that order before, which I had to get used to), I alternately paid attention and went off in a corner and did spiral turns, curls and hip twist turns until I was too dizzy to spot anymore.

There's been a lack of piano in the last four days! This needs to be remedied! But - tonight I'm going out to dinner with the lovely Traci.

For the first time in awhile, I slept so hard that I didn't dream, and didn't wake up until my alarm went off and Jesper promptly hairballed right outside my bedroom door. Now that he washes Kiska all the time, it's been double the pleasure, double the fun... Double the hairballs.

And double the poo. :C