Mack Trucks, winter, the world

Yesterday I got a deep tissue massage to work out the back kink, muscle tweak, thing I did to my back at Greenlake on Sunday. I don't ever seem to get to get a massage to just relax and feel good, it's always to fix a problem. And my masseuse, who is also an athlete and works at Ballard Massage (which is awesome and two blocks away), worked the back spasm out. I was drunk happy and grateful for the spasm to become just a sore muscle. I drank lots of water, went to practice (only giving about 80%) and went to bed early. But I still felt like I had been hit back a Mack Truck today - all day today. I tried to avoid taking Advil but I felt awful, sore but happy. Oy.

And winter came back today - it was cold and rainy yesterday but was worse today. If it hadn't been for the teaser Saturday I would be at my wits end (though I'm happy that my garden is getting a good drink of water). One of the many tiring things about winter, is that I'm absolutely sick of my cloths. I'm sick of wearing the same things for the past 9 months. I can't wear open toed shoes or short skirts. And forget shopping (which I don't like to do anyway) - you get to the store and the clothes on the mannequins are for people who live in sunny south Florida - not rain soaked Seattle. I want to wear my cute and fun things. I want to wear my bright orange sandals that I love so much and not be cold.

And then there are people rioting over food all across the world... I really don't have much to complain about.