Sigh/No!

I miss B.

Like, a lot.

I'm sad.

Spinoza reminds me:

"laughter, and likewise merriment, are pure pleasure, and so, provided that they are not excessive, they are good in themselves. Certainly nothing but grim and gloomy superstition forbids enjoyment. Why is it less fitting to drive away melancholy than to dispel hunger and thirst? The principles that guides me and shapes my attitude to life is this: no deity, or anyone else but the envious, takes pleasure in my weakness or misfortune, nor does he take to be a virtue our tears, sobs, fearfulness and other such things that a mark of a weak spirit. On the contrary, the more we are affected with pleasure, the more we pass into a state of greater perfection; that is, the more we necessarily participate in the divine nature. Therefore it is the part of a wise man to make use of things and to take pleasure in them as far as he can (but not to the point of satiety, for that is not taking pleasure). It is, I repeat, the part of a wise man to refresh and invigorate himself in moderation with good food and drink, as also with perfumes, with the beauty of blossoming plants, with dress, music, sporting activities, theatres and the like, in which every man can indulge without harm to another [...] So this manner of life is in closest agreement both with our principles and with common practice."

- Ethics, Part IV, Proposition 2, Scholium

Dancing! A little more slowly today, a little more tired, but that's alright. Got my socks on.