Nothing like a bit of sweat and Jim Morrison singing “L.A. Woman” to get the demons out, whatever they may be!
Not very visible in the frame is Milo, sleeping on a cushion on the floor. I love the juxtaposition, and how neither cat seems terribly interested in me dancing like a madwoman just inches away (Paris was on a chair in the corner). Their singular concern this time of year is to be in the warmest room of the house, even if it means pumping bass and a crazy mama jumping up and down.