I wasn't expecting to dance last night, but at around 5:30 a guy, Nathan, who teaches a Lindy Hop class Monday nights at The Women's Building in the Mission sent an e-mail out to a bunch of experienced dancers. Last week's beginning class had many more follows than leads, he explained, and he invited people to come and lead. I got there just as the class started, but the class was already balanced. I decided to stay and watch, just in case any follows arrived late. Ten minutes later, two beginning leads showed up, so I thought, "Well, I guess I'll follow!" It wasn't the first time I followed in a Lindy Hop class, but it was still challenging, although nothing like learning the dance the first time. The building wasn't very well ventilated, and I was wearing jeans, which are terrible for dancing: far too hot! It was a good time, though, and afterward I walked home through the cold San Francisco evening with my jacket off, still sweating a bit.


I'm still sleeping far too much. I'm pretty much set in my schedule now: I stay up until four in the morning, and I sleep until four in the afternoon. I need to change: there's far too much that I need to do during business hours. My therapist tells me not to worry about the sleep: as long as I'm not depressed and not drinking heavily, sleeping twelve hours a day doesn't seem like such a big deal.

I wasn't expecting to dance last night, but at around 5:30 a guy, Nathan, who teaches a Lindy Hop class Monday nights at The Women's Building in the Mission sent an e-mail out to a bunch of experienced dancers. Last week's beginning class had many more follows than leads, he explained, and he invited people to come and lead. I got there just as the class started, but the class was already balanced. I decided to stay and watch, just in case any follows arrived late. Ten minutes later, two beginning leads showed up, so I thought, "Well, I guess I'll follow!" It wasn't the first time I followed in a Lindy Hop class, but it was still challenging, although nothing like learning the dance the first time. The building wasn't very well ventilated, and I was wearing jeans, which are terrible for dancing: far too hot! It was a good time, though, and afterward I walked home through the cold San Francisco evening with my jacket off, still sweating a bit.


I'm still sleeping far too much. I'm pretty much set in my schedule now: I stay up until four in the morning, and I sleep until four in the afternoon. I need to change: there's far too much that I need to do during business hours. My therapist tells me not to worry about the sleep: as long as I'm not depressed and not drinking heavily, sleeping twelve hours a day doesn't seem like such a big deal.