Yiena called to ask if I could come to the dance class next Monday, because there will be two, not one but two, loose males on the floor, and she hoped I might be able to pair up with the one I danced with last night. I have a potluck to attend for the chorale Monday night, though, so I can't do it. I would otherwise, feeling somewhat even flattered by the suggestion.
The series of looming stresses includes: the workshop; the 2nd council meeting; finishing of the newsletter. It seems like I'll feel better when these things are done.