Weekends are nice. Now I can play piano and play guitar and read multiple books and take a nap and write in my journal and all these other things that are so hard to fit into a few evening hours after work. That's the sort of rejuvenating stuff that keeps me going. And dancing, too, of course, though I don't think I'll be doing any of that tonight. I think I figured out why my ankle was bugging me at the end of the evening last night, though. It was probably the Scotch Reel. I hadn't done one of those in a long time. It was fun, but a bit rough faking my way through it, trying to remember how it went. The ankle's feeling better now, though.