n'kay, I just signed up for a gym class. Not just any class. Zumba class. It's a teaser promotion where you get 8 classes for a mere nothing (well, just about, I reckon).WeHEY!
It SHOULD be fun, given I love to dance (and lack the opportunities for a really good dance session since...oh, far too long...) and I have a memory of the last time I used to get in a weekly dance sesh and had a size 8 figure, a mere D Cup (I could wear TRIANGLE bikini tops and not look like I was soliciting!) and, oh, 15% body fat, or some such ridiculous stat like that. That is SO gonna happen with these 8 classes, I can feel it! Ahem, yup, shuddup. At least I'll enjoy myself one morning a week after leaving children-folk in capable hands (separate, capable hands - not wanting to burn child-minding bridges just yet).
The other 'done' is my assignment. It's not fantastic, not even sure it addresses the criteria. But my head has been feeling like a ship banging up against a wharf with no buffers attached to it (come on, sailor-types - what ARE those things called? I never did learn their names in all my childhood watching my dad's ship come into port...) with this lurgy that I've had since last week. However, I have headings, I have references, I have INTEREST in the subject matter (and the subject matter says that engagement is a key ingredient to well being, and I'm all for that well being lark), I have a medical certificate for lateness AND...I have reached the word limit, so that works well for me to signify 'completion of task'.
But, wait! It's not 2am yet! What will my well being do with all this extra sleep? Dream about wearing favourite jeans, rocking a six pack and reliving my days of Joy at the Metro (pleeeeeeeeeease, someone remember what I'm referring to and have mercy on my antiquity!), for those were days of sweaty, hot-panted, platform-booted wholesomeness. Can't wait for Zumba!
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