So I’m in a much better place since I got the massage the other day.

Y’all, it was amazing. The best I’ve ever had. Seriously, I wanted to cry when it was over.

You know that scene from It’s A Wonderful Life?

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George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.

Mary: I'll take it. Then what?

George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?

My favorite scene – I love the idea of swallowing the moon.

Anyhoo, that’s how I felt afterwards – all warm and fuzzy, my belly full light and snuggles.

I LOVE getting a massage, but I always have a really hard time clearing my head. My mind still races as I try to deliberately block out all the thoughts that have brought me to this stressed-out state in the first place. So my mind wandered away from work and started mulling over the absurdity of the situation:

Well, hello strange man! I am going to go into a dimly lit room, disrobe, and lie down. Then you will come in and place your hands on me, periodically ask, “How’s the pressure?”, and I will enjoy it and pay you handsomely. Let’s do this again very soon!

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My weekend was full of glorious, copious amounts of nothing. This was the first weekend since Christmas that I haven’t worked or had some kind of obligation requiring us to run around for an entire day. I spent the whole time barefoot, in pajamas, and it was AWESOME and exactly what my brain and soul needed.

Friday afternoon turned kind of weird and sour, and I thought about coming in to work for a bit this weekend, but I woke up on Saturday and said Screw It, and it was one of the better decisions I’ve made in a loooooong time. Saturday night J got us delicious Chinese takeout, and we sat on the couch while he watched the History Channel and I read, my feet in his lap. It was lovely and what every weekend should be like.

We really didn’t much acknowledge Valentine’s Day either – he really dug his framed albums, and I got a really beautiful plant (in classic, pragmatic J fashion – a plant [in theory] will not be sad and dead in a week). But it was still perfect.

Hope you all had a delicious weekend as well!