mybackup2022 | Oct. 24th, 2010

Because now there's a knot somewhere under my right shoulder blade. Gah. It's been there since Friday night and doesn't seem to want to go away. So I'll try the tennis ball massage -- either lie down on a hard surface (i.e. floor with blanket, not bed) or, if you want it less hardcore, lean against a wall, put a tennis ball between the achy spot and the wall/floor, and start moving up and down, left and right, very slowly and carefully. Not advisable if you have a problem with your spine (you could do serious damage there), but great if you just need to work kinks out of muscles. I'll give it a try a little later.

10 minutes later: I had to get another cup of tea, so I thought, why not now -- this massage really, really works, but it's also an exercise in teeth-gnashing.

Not much to be related otherwise. Yesterday was another splendid autumn day, and tennis and running accordingly fantastic. Janine was still sleeping when I got home around 11.30, and since her back hurt when she got up, and my back also hurt, the mood wasn't too great until we decided to have a siesta, both of us. Mood vastly improved when I woke up, hers as well when she woke up an hour later, and so the rest of the afternoon was spent in companionable laziness.
We went to have dinner at Vodenica with Irene -- delicious food, as usual, but yesterday was one of the days when my stomach just couldn't take the brown butter on a truly magnificent dorade, and so I had to use the facilities to throw up. In a very genteel, discreet way, fortunately. And as always, I was completely ok afterwards.
The nightcap the three of us then had at my place turned into a prolonged discussion about Janine's unfortunately-still-more-or-less boyfriend -- no results obtained, of course, because such talks almost never do. It's just so infuriating to see how she keeps clinging to that drunk, disgusting wreck while the years are passing. OK, it's only been 1,5 years, but she doesn't get any younger, and he doesn't get any better. Rather the contrary. Not that I ought to throw the first stone... *shrugs* In some way or other it's bound to end, and all one can really do as best friend is stick to her and try not to be too judgmental.

I'd intended to do pedicure this morning, but somehow don't feel like it. So I'll just make a pot of coffee and read. Not a bad alternative, is it? Not much good for the feet, but certainly relaxing.

Oh, and I almost forgot: