The feeling in my veins is returning. The numbness, melting. I love the last burst of energy before the onset of winter, while Christmas lights on the harbor are still pretty.
I'm registering for an Aztec dance class and come January I will be spinning around in a crown of turkey feathers wearing little more than rattling walnut shells!
My new internal rhythm will sound like this:
TSH tsh TSH TSH!
TSH tsh TSH tsh TSH!
Glee!
1:18 p.m. - 2008-11-25