I glanced over my past few entries and see that I've been pretty Eeyorish (why doesn't spellcheck recognize that word, universally accepted by me?), so today, after seeing The Diving Bell And The Butterfly last night (see it!), I refuse to feel sorry for myself any more. I'm alive and well and it's Friday!
An article in the New York Times today used the word "terpsichorean," which, I learned, is an adjective meaning "pertaining to dancing." As in, Tonight after work and after my boy has locked himself in his room to listen to his own music, I'm going to put on my headphones, select a dance mix on my iPod, and let my terpsichorean side take over. I promise you, it won't be pretty, but thankfully you won't have to watch. If a tree falls in a forest, and all that.
BTW, I expect to hear that word "terpsichorean" several times over the next few days. There's a term for that, actually coined right here in the Twin Cities: The Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon. Hey, whaddaya know, I'm actually talking about word stuff!
