"I have to dance," she said. "And so do you!"

She pulled me to the dance floor, where we spun into our separate orbits.  I was too sore to dance a lot, and in a more social mood again, but I put some time in on the dance floor.  I also gave and received many hugs, and barely held my own in a heady conversation about the economy.  It's a thrilling feeling having a conversation where you are out of your depth, but understand what's going on and enjoy the experience.  Spin Jam was pretty enjoyable too, shaking off the rust trying to avoid aggravating my back any further. 
I'm nearly the end of a little project: cleaning all the extra bits off my warhammer sprues.  They take up a lot of space currently, and by the time I'm done everything will fit into a box the size of a paperback novel.  I'm simplifying, making more room for other things, getting rid of the useless pieces.  You can see where the metaphor is here, right?  It's a good theme for this new year.
Last night a real rock start (Gene Dante) joined us for Rock Band, at least for a bit.  Sara and I officially reached the point where we need to up our difficulty level to get more fans.  Let's hear it for more roommate bonding! 
Tonight, there will be a long belated birthday dinner from another friend who is pursuing her own orbit.  The weather outside is foul.  The weather inside is anything but.