I wasn't going to post today because I'm still babying my trapezius (just call me the girl on the cramping trapezius), but after reading Neil Gaiman's
post for today about needing elves, I couldn't help thinking--I want elves, too, and I'm not even a publishing dervish who apparently only sleeps two or three hours a night.
But the good news is:
I wrote on my wip today, after a couple days off because of the shoulders.
I had a massage. Thanks to Jessilynn at
The Well I'm feeling better than I've felt in months although I still need to be careful and streeeeetttccchh often and go back for a couple more of deep tissue massages.
There's blueberry buttermilk tart for dessert. (Sorry, no photos.) Almost as good as sunwarmed raspberries.