Of cabbages and kings

I'm doing something kind of foolish, but completely necessary tomorrow.  I'm getting a massage.  And not just a regular 50 minute massage.  Eighty minutes.  I'm going to work some of the crunchiness out of my right shoulder.  Maybe align everything back into place.

I'm also planning a trip to the Farmers Market, and some special Water Aerobics time at the Y.

Then I'm planning to clean. 

And pack.

Because I'm taking Lola to the mountains next weekend, and as soon as I get back, I head to Chicago.  Then home, then canoe trip.

Then Atlantic City.

Then home again.

My head is spinning a little, but I am also excited.

It's gonna be good.

And when it's over, I'll need another massage.