Is it still Monday? It feels like it’s a Monday. I’ve been tired and unmotivated most of the day, but I made it through work and was looking forward to a massage appointment afterwards. Only when I got there, they had switched me from my regular massage therapist to the new, hesitant guy. So I got an hour massage on the back of my legs and feet since that’s what I told him was bothering me. It was fine, and I felt bad when he told me it was his last day there. He might not be a great massage therapist, but he seemed like a nice kid.
At any rate, I’m thankful for getting my feet massaged. It’s not something I normally have done and it did feel good. I’m also thankful for dinner ready when I got home, and pups who were happy to see me.