Free Dance.

Let's not dwell on the fact that I accidentally bolused twice for dinner last night. Let's... no. We're not going there.

Instead, allow me to re-bask in the glory of this moment:

My sensor had been sputtering for several hours. My reservoir was down to 3 units. I was due for a site change.

Some people like a free shower. I enjoyed a free dance party.

It's funny; I've worn a pump for so long now that I forget what it's like to move about freely - not trying to compensate, baby one extremity or otherwise modify my movements to accommodate my hardware. I had forgotten what it's like to just dance. It was lovely.

I wish I could do it more often.