Ages and ages ago, I did a dance in my kitchen. Pictures were taken, and they made their way online—that is, I put them there. I have no shame.
Today, I’ve recreated that dance, partly for fun, partly to show anyone who might’ve expressed concern for my health that I’m still well enough to do…whatever you’d call this.
I must confess, I felt quite sick by the end of it—all that spinning, at my age! Really! And I bruised my right hand catching myself on my desk. But it was fun. It was. Everyone should do a little dance.
I believe this funky chicken belongs here.