Salsa for lunch

Today was a pretty stressful day for me. The second really stressful day I have had since I started my new job, which really is not that new anymore, I guess. And when you amortize it over the past few months, it works out to be some small little percentage of lousy-day-ness, like .001% or something. But regardless, the day did not start off all that great, save for the sublime sugarless blueberry scone that I bought for breakfast at Whole Foods. It sort of went all down hill from the scone, and by lunchtime I was in tears. In fact, I sort of ended a phone conversation rather abruptly (before I flat out cried openly), so that I could go to a rather impromptu private salsa lesson with Walter, my salsa teacher. Which, I must say, was the best thing I could have ever done. I was still sniffling as I strapped on my dancing shoes, but by the time Walter found me, I was all like toe-tapping, Ms. Let's-get-to business-and-start-salsa-ing.