Thursday, March 04, 2010

Three Fifty Six / Trois Heures Cinquante Six

Okay, I was dancing in the kitchen just now. Dancing at 3:56 a.m. in my kitchen. I do that kind of thing when I feel good and feel amazingly awake and alive and happy.

I was sick last weekend and there was no dancing going on, believe me. In fact there's nothing that makes me dance less than that. I was very sick as a kid, nearly died, thank you very much, so I don't like even thinking about getting sick.

So being well is cause for dancing in my book, for jumping up and down, for laughing out loud. Old silly dances do the trick, the twist, the frug and of course, the mashed potato, do you like it like this?