a day at the spa

OK, maybe not a whole day, but an hour and a half. SHG and went to Metro His Spa yesterday afternoon to each get a massage. Now mind you this is a real spa, not a sex-club/bath house masquerading as a "spa", and not "Swedish Massage" like you see in the gay rags which usually means some kind of, errr, "Happy Ending".

Anyway, it was excellent and very professional. I really needed to go - the last massage I had was 18 months ago in Bahrain when a huge Russian guy turned me into a relaxed, whimpering pulp after 2 hours... and it only cost $50. Yesterday the guy was a little Hispanic boy, and I thought he was too little to get all the knots out of my back. I was wrong. He put his full weight into it, and after just an hour I felt so much better...ready for a nice nap. They warned us to drink lots of water to flush all the toxins. It was excellent.

After that, SHG and I went to Kroger to grab some little munchie things for a dinner party we were to go later on. I was all kinds of spacey and loose in the store. I have not been that relaxed in a really long time. I think the toxins had gone to my head, I felt almost drunk and really light. Driving back to SHG's to change clothes and have a drinkie before the dinner party at D's, I felt something I have not felt in a long time: The peace and luxury of a Saturday afternoon where I had nothing to do. Well, nothing I had  to do. Just driving along, peaceful, nothing occupying my mind but "gee, look at the pretty trees" and "the house is clean, animals fed, bills are paid, and I am going to spend some good, quality time with SHG today and tomorrow". For me, this is a kind of peace and bliss. Different from laying the grass and watching the trees, or watching it rain from inside a cozy house, but peace nonetheless.

Today, SHG and I are just hanging, again no chores to do, no errands to run. Just sitting, playing on the computer, reading, cooking later on, and watching 60 Minutes, my weekly TV-fix. It's been tough for me to take the time to do such things, to take a Sunday as a day of rest and perhaps some intellectual stimulation. A different kind of bliss, but my kind, which is what matters.