who do you think you are, Mr. Bigstuff?

Don’t mind my title, it’s not addressed to anybody, it’s just the sentence that popped into my head for that particular text box.

Uhhhhhh…I’ve got cool nails again.  They’ve got a red base coat with nifty black and white squiggle/stripe.  I just tell Sabrina what colors I want and tell her that I want my nails to be her own personal canvas upon which she can paint whatever design is in her mind at the moment.

And my toes are the same, and that part of the treatment involves a good soak in a hot-as-heck footbath that melts whatever stress might be around (even the stress I’m not aware of but I can feel the warmth rise up through my nervous system and just obliterate any negative mojo that might be hanging around) right down through my feet into the water .  All while the chair’s mechanisms “massage” my back and neck (though really I just sort of feel a slight performance of force because I’ve usually got a hoodie on or some other warmer layer of clothing because I’m cold a lot of the time.

I love handing over the cash for that service because I feel like I’m buying art from the artist and then walking out holding it just by virtue of it being on my body.

What else?  I’ve been in daily phone contact with Shannon which has been super-pleasant.  Like, the act of using my voice to talk to somebody that fills a spot in the roster of the people in my life like that feels so good for my soul.  She seems to actually care about me, and of course that feels good.

I’m seriously still all relaxed from the nail session, that whole service is just a pile of relaxation-making awesomeness.

I’ve got a pretty amazing life going on, and I’m just so unendingly grateful for it.