I thought I was going to call my teacher and quit my swing dance class that I attend every Wednesday night, but I surprised myself by going this week. The little devil on my left shoulder reminded me of how far from home it was; how many classes I’ve already missed because of the play; and how Jan isn’t taking this class with me because Wednesday is her “Hell Day” at work. But all it took from the little angel on my right shoulder was a, “Come on, you know you love it.” I’m looking forward to next week’s class.