These photos actually have nothing to do with my day. They were taken earlier in the week, during a walk around the lake. I had intended on taking photos before my Thursday morning Nia class--of the space and of my fellow dancers. However, despite living about four minutes away from the studio, I managed to be late yet again. I took some comfort, though, in that fellow dancer S. was also late--and her situation was even more amusing than mine. She'd arrived twenty minutes early, decided to wait in her car, and then lost track of time.
We're so cute.
So no pictures. We came galloping in, already gasping for air, and off we started.
Such a lovely, lovely day. Nothing new or exciting happened--just a really good Nia class, laughing with women I like, running Spenser ragged with the laser toy, talking with Nathan, a really good vegetarian Buffalo Chik'n Pizza, and now I hear Mark's key turning in the lock.
And oh my goodness--he brought me the most obscenely big French macarons from a new restaurant near his office--Paul. Oh my!! I must get the camera.
And no, I did NOT manage to not take a bite...or three...while looking for the camera.
