August already. Tahitian torture begins this Sunday. I’m kidding but only partially. It feels like torture to practice for 3 hours. It makes Monday hell. I doubt I have the skills to make the tryouts for next year’s fete group, but I want to get in that practice. Sort of. I want to get better, but I don’t want to ache. I’m not feeling the best today, and I have a two hour practice tonight. Joy. With all the other stuff I have going on this year, I doubt I really have time for dance even if I did make the group. I need the exercise though. In just a few short weeks of having my son around, I managed to gain a few pounds. I think I’d like to go back to bed and stay there all day.