Morning on speed

I was thinking this morning on my drive to work how I had been able to get so much done yesterday that there was nothing really left for today in the way of on-going projects; the speed of my day is pretty much at the mercy of the volume of phone calls I get and the number of emails the secretaries send me.

Haven’t heard a peep out of the secretaries all morning, but the phones will not stop ringing. 

In other news…I have a dress. Er, well, I don’t have, per se, so much as I have decided on, but that’s close enough for me. It’s not going anywhere, so I’m waiting for a sale. And luckily enough, the place I’m getting it from does some pretty snazzy deals on tuxes with purchase of a dress. I guess caterer is next on the list. Anyone know a good caterer?

I’m wussing out of the belly dance performance in December. The class is beginner/intermediate and so moves at a faster pace that a straight beginner course, which is just a shade too fast for me. With all the extra coreography rehearsals Reischa’s holding, I could probably get it, but I really need my weekends for other things right now, and I’d rather not embarrass myself on stage anymore than I do usually.

Was reading on the faery-fashion lj group about a lady who went to the Cornish Faery Ball this past weekend – does that sound to anyone else like somesort of bizarre cheese-and-faery appetizer?

Dancing with the earth.

 

Had my weekly belly dancing class last night. I am so very, very glad I finally got to do this, even though last night completely kicked my ass. But I was finally able to do some decent isolations! I’m looking forward to the performance in December. Riescha is turning out to be a very talented and enthusiastic teacher; she said the most wonderful thing last night about how belly dancing is a happy thing because you’re dancing with the earth. I loved it. 

I was scared about going to class yesterday because at some point in the last day and a half, I pulled the crap out of a muscle in my lower back, but it actually felt better after I left.

And after I got myself home from this ass-kicking workout, I was greeted with a candle-lit, home-cooked dinner of salad and spaghetti. I think it was quite possibly the best spaghetti ever…partly because I was so incredibly ravenous by the time I got home, and partly because John made it.  I made cookies for desert later.