I started this morning damned proud of my prognostication skills. I had predicted 75% of the Final Four, and one of my brackets ranked in the 92nd percentile on that website (Fox Sports). I close the day disappointed twice over. Neither of the teams I wanted moved on to the final round. I'm not even a hundred percent sure I'll watch the championship game. Depends on whether I am with other persons who are interested in seeing it too. At least both of the games today were super exciting, not decided until the final few seconds of each match. Those last few seconds just didn't go the way I predicted they would. Ah, well. Just because I had predicted an outcome doesn't mean my heart was in it either way.
I feel beat up today. I tried to make it a whole month in between massages, and I paid for it. I know that most normal people might look at my discussions of frequent bodywork as bragging of indulgences, but it's not like that for me. The pain I'm in on a daily basis causes me to tense up to the point where I can't function as an adult. Last week I could barely propel myself across the house, and I was half-crouched in a silly walk, as I looked like I was slow-crawling through a chest-deep vat of pluff mud. I've had to have deep work done on my muscles every few weeks for years, long before I had any idea of why the pain never went away. Last summer I accidentally went about seven weeks between (scheduling error), and was barely able to drive myself in to the appointment. Today I went in with my mid back in such a state that every touch referred pain all up and down the muscle groups that fed it. I said it felt like standing on a waterbed (or perhaps being the waterbed someone is standing upon). It has been twelve hours since I saw Slow Hand, but my back is still rippling like he is working on me. And then there was the hamstring. It's rare that I yelp in sudden, surprised pain, but I did today. He found a knot he said was as big as his fist. We probably only got halfway through it, after blowing all of my appointment time on the mid back. I'm sure it explains why I've had trouble sitting on tall or hard chairs for a while.
I can think of no better way to nurse my wounds (of brackets busting and knot mangling) than to settle into bed with a link to my favorite kind of video stream. I haven't been watching Tiny Kittens too closely the last year or so, but I clued in just in time to see a skinny ginger mama that they rescued a few weeks ago. She had dental troubles and parasite problems that made it difficult for her to put on enough weight to grow a belly full of kittens. They've improved her condition greatly, and I found out just before I grabbed the laptop that she's in labor. So much for me sleeping tonight. While the world has waited months for that giraffe that refuses to have a single contraction, I'll leave the video feed open all night and watch a mama who knows how to meet a deadline.
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