The packed POD.
Sittin' on a crate at my computer. I'm not in CA. Will be there Thursday. In the meantime I empty my house of stuff and try not to go insane. One help was today's massage - long overdue. It is good or bad that the masseuse said that he'd like to take me home? No, silly, not for bad reasons. But because I had/have so many spots to be worked on. I'm like a textbook. And I'm willing to take the pain to work through stuff. "I could spend a half hour on one piece of your back alone."
Tomorrow's my last training session. Sad... :-( Here's a funny funny photo of him stretching my neck at the end of a session. I took the photo. Where's my head? Hard to see... Big black man attacking me! [I'm a poet and I didn't even realize it.]
I need to shower and then sleep. But I'll just say that bad cell phone stuff does not help a relationship. M did not get either of my voice mails today, and he swears he called me from one of his stops, and I have no message. I was worried about him, especially since he's been saying how he's trying to avoid thunderstorms.
Anyway, I hope everyone is well and will try and catch up. Yeah yeah, said that before.