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Good dancing last night, two hours of very aerobic workout as Alyne decided to do drum solo stuff. Isolations and shimmies, baby, so as you can well imagine I hurt from roughly my neck to my ankles today. Ah well, it's a good kinda hurtin'. It does make me a bit sad that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tersa's Pilates class is on the same night, I wouldn't mind taking something like that to build up the muscles and endurance a little. Ah well, I'll see if I can't get in a few nights this week just for dancing on my own. Must choreograph solo! I know what piece I want to do sans veil (Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove from Dead Can Dance's "Into the Labyrinth"-click here to hear a snippet and refresh your memory), but I'm still dithering on a double veil solo.
Came directly home after class last night and showered and crawled into bed. Being both physically and mentally tired I dropped off pretty quickly, but didn't stay there. Restless night with very little quality sleep, alas, and no reason I could pinpoint for it. Well except that the cat has stopped sleeping on my bed. I miss her fuzzy little bed-hogging ways, and I wonder if I kept waking up because some part of me expected to feel her there and didn't.
Or perhaps I can chalk it up to a certain malaise I've felt all weekend and through yesterday. I figured it was mostly just exhaustion, but I got plenty of sleep over the weekend so it can't be that. Or at least I don't think so. The disappointment I always feel after someone comes to visit and then returns home? Maybe. Hormones? Quite possibly. A general sense of loneliness? Very probably.
So what to do about it? Mmm, probably best just to ride it out and see what happens. My horoscope and Tarot deck speak of positive and intense changes in the not too distant future. I hope they're right, I could use a little of both right now.
Back to your regularly scheduled liberal rantings tomorrow, promise.
tersa's Pilates class is on the same night, I wouldn't mind taking something like that to build up the muscles and endurance a little. Ah well, I'll see if I can't get in a few nights this week just for dancing on my own. Must choreograph solo! I know what piece I want to do sans veil (Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove from Dead Can Dance's "Into the Labyrinth"-click here to hear a snippet and refresh your memory), but I'm still dithering on a double veil solo.Came directly home after class last night and showered and crawled into bed. Being both physically and mentally tired I dropped off pretty quickly, but didn't stay there. Restless night with very little quality sleep, alas, and no reason I could pinpoint for it. Well except that the cat has stopped sleeping on my bed. I miss her fuzzy little bed-hogging ways, and I wonder if I kept waking up because some part of me expected to feel her there and didn't.
Or perhaps I can chalk it up to a certain malaise I've felt all weekend and through yesterday. I figured it was mostly just exhaustion, but I got plenty of sleep over the weekend so it can't be that. Or at least I don't think so. The disappointment I always feel after someone comes to visit and then returns home? Maybe. Hormones? Quite possibly. A general sense of loneliness? Very probably.
So what to do about it? Mmm, probably best just to ride it out and see what happens. My horoscope and Tarot deck speak of positive and intense changes in the not too distant future. I hope they're right, I could use a little of both right now.
Back to your regularly scheduled liberal rantings tomorrow, promise.
