Have I mentioned that I’m now actually dancing at the Wednesday night dance practice sessions? Not just chatting, but dancing. That’s crazy talk. I’m even starting to pick up on the names of various leads (above and beyond the names “everybody” knows), which makes it easier to chat with more people.

My only problem is that my feet now hurt something fierce—that’s an issue I’m not used to dealing with.

I even waltzed nicely, which was balm for my bruised ego. (It’s so basic—how could I have screwed it up?)

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Yeah, so dance is pretty much the only event of interest in my life most days. I’m sure you didn’t notice.

Hey! Awesome! National Treasure opens tomorrow. I don’t know about you, but that looks like as good a dumb-fun movie as one can find. Maybe.

I’ll have to check the reviews.