I love dancing to any music, from pop hits to jazz. In the kitchen, in the shower, at the supermarket if there's a beat, my feet start living their own life. The neighbors downstairs are already asking me to marry them just so I finally stop stomping at 2 a.m.

I sing everywhere and always. In the car, in the bathroom, in the elevator. I don't promise perfect pitch, but I guarantee sincerity and mildly confused looks from strangers. The stray cats in my building have started joining in I take that as a win.

cloudy weather on the weekend