Because my neck, shoulder, and back were still hurting, H.E. scheduled some massage appointments for me, and I had my knots excruciatingly smoothed out by an expert in medieval torture in a couple of one-hour sessions. So I am feeling much better than I did a week ago. But one of the things an expert in medieval torture knows how to do is to allow you to receive a little bit more pain than you ever thought you could ……
H.E. has decided that there is only one good thing about The Sopranos having ended: he no longer has to be snorked by Tony Soprano’s cell phone ringing, which matched H.E.’s cell phone ring tone exactly. Whenever Tony’s henchmen called, H.E. reached for his phone. Not nice. People might say that H.E. should simply have changed his ring tone, but it really isn’t all that easy. H.E. and I are two of a kind; we both can’t stand all those…
So we’re watching the military channel. H.E. is drinking a V-8, and I’m crocheting a cap, while a promo for a new documentary on weapons plays. I’m in the middle of a stitch, so it’s no wonder I’m easily confused. “Did they just say ‘stronger body odor‘?” I ask. H.E. immediately stops drinking and stills for a moment as he works to keep the fluid in his mouth, and seconds before he finally responds, I realize what it was I…
I don’t think I’ll get much done today—it hurts to do anything, let alone sit at the computer. I had a stiff neck all day yesterday, probably from sleeping on it wrong the night before, and it’s worse today, the pain spanning from the top of my head, to the middle of my upper right arm, and to my mid-back. Heck, just glancing down at the keyboard causes pain, and I couldn’t get comfortable while lying down in bed. What…
I’m working tonight under deadline, so just a photo today. It’s Huntington Beach on a gray day. Very unusual. Larger version here. Share this post: