Listening to electro tango, shimmying around the house glue gun in hand. It’s a fierce combination. It’s the residual dance. Last night was the second belly dancing class of this session. It’s not a strenuous work out, but it’s the best thing for me to do. In the company of women, we’re swaying and connecting with this very grounded movement. No thinking is involved – or if there is any, it just ruins it. The no thinking is the best part.