Dec.5: What I need at this moment...

 Honestly? A massage.

My shoulders are unbelievably sore. I'm not sure why. Maybe my computer desk isn't at the proper height, causing me to strain myself when I type. Or maybe it's all the magic stuff I was lugging around during my recent week-long tour of Toronto.

But ouch, do my muscles ever hurt. I need someone to stand behind me and squeeze them for a good hour or so. Man, that would feel so good.

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Having someone massage your shoulders from behind is one of life's sweet pleasures. In college, in acting school - where students are encouraged to bond - it happened a lot. How many times did I wander into parties or down times and someone was massaging someone's shoulders? There was nothing sexual about it. No kink. Just relaxation.

In Grade 8, my social studies teacher would, from time to time, massage my shoulders. That probably wasn't appropriate, though it never creeped me out. I sat in the back of the classroom - we were seated alphabetically - and my desk was closest to our teacher's. The teacher had a gruff persona, but was tender underneath. We all liked him, I think. I don't think he could get away with massaging his students' shoulders today.

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Something else I think I need at this moment? A sweater.

It is cold here. Minus nine outside but feels like -13. I hear the wind howling and I'm pissed off because we're still more than two weeks away from the official start of winter. One of my most favourite days of the year is March 1. That's because I know that spring is just around the corner, that the super cold and snowy days will soon be things of the past, and I can look forward to breaking out the T-shirts again.

Excuse me while I put on a sweater.

Okay, I put one on.

And that's all I need at this moment. I guess I'd like to have about a dozen more magic shows in my calendar and a nice steaming mug of Ovaltine. Maybe I'll cut this note short and go work on those very things. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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