I’m writing this in my Zumba outfit. I came home a little frayed at the edges owing to a new instructor that likes to interject a shrill “Whoooo, YEAH!!!” into her routine every few minutes that make you jump in alarm, and enjoys flustering you by dancing up to you at stranger-danger closeness and staring you in the eye as she gyrates. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry, but I’m pretty sure I made a couple muffled noises that were something in between.
I am so happy to be snuggled up now with a big bowl of this soup.