When I can find the time and money, I like to get a massage–ideally every month or so, but I haven’t made time for it lately. I know a terrific massage therapist who works out of a no-frills studio. She got me out of a cycle of muscle tension and injury a couple of years ago. I really want to go and see her, but she has limited hours (she’s also a talented singer and only does the massage work two or three days a week) and I have, of course (sing it with me) a ridiculous schedule.
So anyway, yesterday I wrenched my neck a bit. It didn’t bother me much, but I did notice it as I taught my high-school classes (I haven’t come up with an alias for the school yet; is Starfleet Academy taken?) and then drove over to New RU for a committee meeting which was a bit like herding cats at the beginning, but then turned into a fairly productive experience–and concluded right on time because two of the committee had evening classes.
And then I went to bed and dreamed that I was about to enjoy an afternoon at a high-end spa, with a jacuzzi, steam room, and hour-long massage. But as I emerged from the changing room wrapped in a large fluffy robe, I walked into a meeting of the entire New RU faculty, all dressed in identical fluffy robes and telling me that we just had to get this one meeting out of the way, but that it had unfortunately been scheduled at the exact same time as my massage.
I don’t think this one even needs interpreting.
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