Infection rates in this county have dropped dramatically, and a friend and I decided to meet at a local pub for an early dinner. She had previous commitments later in the evening, and seeing as how the pub was just down the street from the ballet studio I decided it was time to go back to class.
I'd lost track of time, as often happens when you're enjoying a conversation, and barely made it to the desk by the time the class was scheduled to start. When I went to check in, the staffer seemed confused. "Did you just register?" she asked. "Yup, about 3 minutes ago" I replied.
I rushed into the studio, dug my slippers, water bottle, and towel out of my bag, and changed out of my street clothes. Normally we have a live pianist, but he was late arriving. The delay getting recorded music started in his absence meant that I missed only a small part of the first barre exercise.
