Imperial Apple Again


Tonight, still suffering from a migraine and otherwise crapulent, I dragged myself over to the Imperial Apple massage parlour. Sadly, they don’t massage you with an apple, which would have been much less painful than somebody grinding my face into a bed for an hour and trying to pull my arms and legs off. I heard a rumour that massage was meant to be relaxing, rather than an experience that elongated an hour into an eternity of suffering, wishing it would stop and then finding your fingers are being stretched out ever longer.

Still, after an hour I felt a bit better. Still have a headache, still haven’t run properly for days.

I had a better day than the rest of this week though; at the start of the morning I had three things I wanted to do, and I avoided checking any email and I didn’t concentrate on any of those three things until they were done. Some small victories in life, even if not everything is done.

Oh, and there was a farmer’s market put on by La Serpiente’s school in the morning. I skipped out of the office for an hour and went over to have her sell me a piece of soda bread for two dollars, and then she hugged me while holding a handful of flour, so I presented my very best professional self when I got back to the office. So there was that as well today, I guess.


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