You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

More accurately, I make me feel like dancing, as there's no one else here (and if anyone else happened to be here, I may not be dancing). This afternoon when I hit my "tired time", I decided to move a lot instead of resting. It was one of my better decisions. I did some major grooving: belly dancing, kickboxing, grinding, and even some dancy joggingthrough the house. I don't usually get in highly-energetic moods, so I'm jumping on it while I can. After a half hour or more of dancing, I ate a whole cucumber, not sliced or anything. I just gnawed it down like a beast. I am feeling like super-power-woman!

My plan was to grill a steak, but the tropical storm is coming in and I've already heard thunder. I do feel brave but not stupid, and I'll just cook my steak inside, thank you. Better to fry than to die. On the plus side, I can grill some peppers and onions with the steak if I cook it inside. I have a big list of what my sons call "old woman's tales" about what it is and isn't okay to do during a thunderstorm. They can tease me as much as they want. I won't hang out on the porch if I can hear thunder, nor will I shower. (Those are the only two that are relevant at the moment; I'll spare you the rest.)

While I don't think I'm officially bipolar, I do think I have bipolar tendencies (if that's even a thing). I tend to be up and down, with rare occasional in-the-middle times. Today is an up day, and I'm really enjoying it. I've been cleaning and purging my house -- something I started on months ago but got distracted from when I started getting a lot of hours in my job -- which is fantastic and, in some rooms, necessary. My kitchen is going to be entirely demolished because of the water damage, and I know there are things in the backs of the cabinets that I haven't seen since I moved in ten years ago.

So it's all good, and there's no better way to express (or enhance) a good mood than to dance it out! Back to it.