Well, it's more my brain thats gone frizzy rather than my hair. Too many hours staring at my computer screen wrestling with charts, calendars, highlighters, diaries and scraps of paper in an attempt to finalise the dates for teaching my workshops for the rest of this year.
I suppose I must be commitment-phobic at heart: it nearly kills me promising to be available on a date and going through with it. How can this be, when I enjoy the teaching so much? When I did a few years of teaching at a local school I had no problem at all in the commitment, but now that I have the choice of which days to work I get all shifty and evasive.......... But what a luxury problem: I have nothing to complain about!
So after setting the dates; doing a mass mailing to my email list; sending the dates to Matt my lovely webdesigner; and then deciding to overhaul virtually my whole website
( well what a great idea THAT was: there's no such thing as a little website project....) I was feeling very frazzled last night. I thought I'd better still make the effort and go to my Monday night SalsaDX class ( a provincial girl still needs her Latin rythm, even if it's in Bovey Tracey Church Hall) so grabbed my dancing shoes, and steamed off in the car to get there just in the nick of time.
To arrive to closed doors and not a soul around.
Usually the doors are flung open; some of the girls are having a quick cigarette in the carpark and the sound of Havana is blasting out. I hung around for a while then checked my watch. I had turned up an hour too soon.
Went back home, spent another frenzied forty minutes scanning pics in , writing stuff and emailing it to Matt, and then returned to salsa. Late this time.... But it was all worth it. There's nothing like wriggling those hips to Latin music played loud to perk you up.
And tonight, here I am on the sofa, after ten hours at the computer, a human vegetable with a very bad back. So no more computer for tonight. The lovely Luther is on BBC1 right now and I think it's time I watched him. I can tell he wants me to.
Well that'll be all for tonight then, folks : it's Luther, a cup of tea and a hot water bottle for my back. Night, night!
Come and visit soon for morning coffee.....