Went to the gym today. That's twice! In three days! Woo! I didn't even actually use the weights today, except the teeny ones they've got in the aerobics room, and instead just danced. About half an hour each of ballet and tap, the latter of which was kind of frustrating. My feet remember what they're doing a lot better than my head does, but it's been long enough that my feet are a bit sloppy, so they're off doing things *mostly* right while my brain is going, "What? Wait! Wait, no, that sound isn't quite right, wait, what are you *doing*?!" Although at one point I was struggling with a triple time step and my feet got annoyed with me and just went off and did a whole series of them correctly, leaving me staring at them in the mirror and going, "Oh yeah, no wonder I was having trouble, that shuffle really does need to be to the side to get my weight in the right place." Helpful, if anarchistic, feet.
Dinner tonight is stew and biscuits. mcurry, eat your heart out. :)