My day off

[ksmith]

About 1100 words so far today. Got the argument scene worked out. I may go back and tweak later, but it says what it has to. Someday I will write a knock-down, drag-out, vase-tossing spectacular, but this scene ain't it.

Earlier this month, I had my first massage in 3 1/2 years, a hot stone thing that was relaxing, but didn't really address the board that my upper back had become. So two weeks ago, I had another go. 45 minutes on the upper back only, and 15 minutes compression on the legs. The masseuse could feel the knots in my shoulders, and she worked on them. At times, it was damned uncomfortable, but I know I didn't have a choice. When I did that yoga exercise where you entwine your arms and stretch your shoulders, I felt the pull all across my back. That isn't good.

Anyway, my shoulders felt better than they had in years. I was a little sore the next day--masseuse warned me that I would be--but I could feel the difference. So tomorrow, I'm going back for another round. I am going to try to do this at least once a month because, well, I like it.

And Sunday, I'm gettin' me 'air cut.

Comments

[pbray.livejournal.com]

Small world. Earlier today I promised myself that I'd get a massage once this project is done. The muscles in my upper back bear a strong resemblance to rocks, and they are getting tighter with each day of insane keyboarding.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

I can't recommend it highly enough. When the masseuse finished with me, I was overcooked pasta. I almost dozed off on the table. It was great.