I was experiencing a fair amount of dread about heading back to work after a gloriously chill long weekend on Tuesday so I decided to stall said return, albeit briefly, on my way out of the house.
“30-second dance party?” I asked Bevan, who was nestled on the sofa reading the paper, Buddy and Ellie asleep next to him.
“Okay,” he responded, no questions asked.
A moment later Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” was spilling out from the living room speaker and Bevan got up and we got to it. For the half-minute that followed we busted moves and belted lyrics, scooting to the side whatever the day had in store for us. When the 30 seconds were up we were both breathing a bit harder but grinning pretty damn hard, too. Off I went then, out into the world feeling those fresh-off-the-dance-floor feels.