I just did a Target run. Typical department store in the age of Rona. Long line snaking around the store, six feet apart, one cashier open. Reminiscent of Black Friday.
Reminded me why I avoid Black Friday shopping, actually.
But back to dancing in the car.
On the way home I was happy dancing in the car.
I can dance to anything that has a good, solid drum beat in the background- as long as it’s fairly fast, not sad, and I don’t have to move my feet.
Car dancing meets those criteria.
My feet have always been pretty clumsy jokers.
The looks from other drivers though.
I just smile and wave!
Isn’t anybody happy anymore?
If you aren’t, take it from me, car dancing might just lift your spirits!
Here is some music to get you started: