Ahhh, like a hot bath

I hadn't gone dancing in 2 or 3 weeks, except for the night Rex and I went to go see a band that happened to be too disappointing to dance to.  I'd had an emotionally draining week.  And despite how grateful  I am for the much needed rain we received the last few days, I was tired from lack of sleep due to the fact that thunder only rumbles at night here.  Not to mention I had been staving off a migraine threatening to take me down with the weather change.

Then Tuesday night arrived and I finally had the chance to go dancing again.  I worried I wasn't going to be able to get into it, that my headache would win, or that my fatigue would catch up.  But the moment I stepped out on the dance floor, I felt like  I was stepping into a hot bath after a long, tiring day.  It was relaxing and reviving.  I could stop thinking and just feel and enjoy and let my body and feet take me where they wanted.  I was spot on that night.  Everybody I danced with made me feel like I was their favorite.  I didn't notice, but maybe there weren't that many women there or something because I didn't sit out more than two songs.  I hit every break and the floor was so slick that I executed every slide I attempted.  It felt good to know I was good.

And when I went home to Rex, it was like falling asleep in that hot bath.  A most wonderful end to an exhaustive week.