Home feels so lovely. Flamenco class starts tonight. Hello Mojo!
Class was great. The students actually paid attention, and things went very well. The high-functioning autistic girl (actually, that is my amature diagnosis, her parents refuse testing... gotta love our free society) was freaking out over "being a bad girl" "getting things perfect" and things related to my lame-o attempt at "humour" (gee, everything I say isn't totally literal at all times!?). Life is grand. I have been thinking about a jacket I'd like to make, I think I need a few more tubes, though.