Morrow

Let me show you how thirteen hours of sleep is done.

This job makes me appreciate more and more the nice people who come in every day.

Next week is hazy, but I may be working another forty-eight hours. Which would be week three out of my last four weeks of doing so. Just let me work two days straight and give me the rest of the week off, please.

At the rate I'm going, The Shins' songs I have had on repeat the last couple days will be on my top twenty-five playlist on iTunes by the end of this evening. And I'm not even listening while I am at work.

Today I ballet-ed in my jeans and old ballet shoes. I can do the splits pretty well for not having tried in multiple years.

I am looking forward to tomorrow morning's self-taught ballet class.

à la danse

Today I started cleaning my room. It's still a work in progress.

But there was a small box under my bed that had some clothes in it. Like shorts. A spring shirt. Gloves from a high school dance. Ballet tights and shoes.

I put the tights on shoes on. I did some ballet things. And then I missed ballet even more than I recently have.

I may take some classes and catch up on what I have missed for years.

It's pending, for now.

But perhaps likely.