vdansk | On Massage Therapists and Lilacs

It occurred to me that someone who didn't know me well might be concerned that I was about to jump off of a tall building. (People who know me well realizing that there are no tall buildings in the vacinity. ;) ) So, to give a small update: Thanks to the wisdom of my still quite ill husband, I did not cancel my massage appointment for this afternoon. Between that, and the lilacs growing outside her office, I am feeling remarkably better. Hopeful, even. Optomism rearing up determinedly and pointing out happy thoughts left and right, until I find myself drawn in and believing. Life is good. Two hours of recently-neglected housework later, Life is, surprisingly, STILL good.

And I sincerely hope that all massage therapists are firmly tied to karma, because they will have massively good things coming their way if so.