Moody Monday

At least we won't have to pretend to watch football anymore this year.



And, for almost an entire half-day, my tv did NOT show hockey games ad nauseum!



Trust me, that was a Good thing. And the Giants won and all was well in New York/underdog-land.



But, it feels like a Moody Monday anyway. Where it's hard to be in your own skin. When all you want is to surrender to a licensed and certified massage therapist. To relinquish all the tension and stored muscle aches that have been gnawing at you all day. All week. All month. You get it.



That's today. A day of pain, rain, hail and clenched everything. If I had a druther, I'd be in Fairmont's Banff Springs in that gorgeous outpost of mountainous splendor. Where cliches and metaphors were born. The pristine surroundings need new words. New Adjectives.



That spa was magic. Those hands were gifted. Do I hear a siren call?





Ta.