Dance class

Bella is spending a week with me while both parents are working out of town. The dance teacher seemed a bit weary and explained to me after class that she teaches from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. five days a week and belongs to a dance troupe that rehearses nights and performs on weekends. 

It reminded me, though I never need reminding, that trying to make a living as an artist is next to impossible. I bow to her tired but happy eyes.