Mouth peace.

Back. Back in front.

How wonderful it is to be back!

No more head in the sand.

On Wednesday I worked out the schedule perfectly.

It was easier than in other years.
I embraced the alternating fortnights solution.
It is a good move.

Alas, however fine my schedule has become, it may be irrelevant.

G. and me had "A Talk About Insurance.".

It doesn't matter how careful I am. Things can still go wrong.

And I might be covered, but I might not. It is all a bit hazy.
Tears lubricate transitions.
I have to give up my desire totally and just accept it.
We're still talking to the insurance companies involved.

Meh.

Talk of a play.

We've written one.
"Brief History of Bellydance".

It's perfect for a small town theatrical production nation wide and could travel without much modification to NZ, Canada... and with some tweaks be U.K. ready or even U.S.A. ready...

But... what's the POINT???


I'm still not dancing at my peak.

But how?

But how will I get to do this?

Brilliant, as usual.

It's all going brilliantly with dance.

Three more sessions left before end of term.

What a great recovery from the break.

Back to front.

Happy to be back, front.