the tango equivalent of frog kissing

With two noteworthy exceptions, I had terrible dances last night. Whether this is a function of bad leaders or lingering exhaustion from being sick, I can only speculate, but it does bear the reminder to slow down. A tango dancer is only as good as her last dance.

Funny how, when the dreamy, rosy cloud is lifted and it all goes back to foot muscles and axes and the training of sluggish legs, I'm still this hooked . . .