Dancing on my (our) own.

So, today, we had a moment;

a little chunk of time during which we were feeling crummy,

feeling blah,

and a bit overwhelmed.

Maybe it was a case of the Sundays,

or a post-champagne-funk,

but it wasn’t fun.

So,

obviously

we had to dance it out.

To Robyn.

And really, it made things better.

Because,

at the very least,

I can delight in knowing that,

if nothing else,

we have now officially turned into

(And I’m totally the Marnie.)