I'm hot, but it's the floor that's sticky. The second year pointe class has been rehearsing in the studio just before the evening adult classes, and the floor is so sticky with rosin that walking in slippers sounds like each of us has double-sided tape stuck to our feet. And that's *after* they washed the floor late last night — I'm told last night's adult class opted not to attempt any turns, chassés, or other sliding movements. We did only a couple step-over piqué turns. Not really a great night by most measures.