But why is the rum gone?

[in_the_blue]

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
Two more nights in a small hotel room
And homeward it will be...

Even the cats are getting stir-crazy. I'm ready for my own house, my own bed. But we extended the stay one more night to give the finish on the floors that much longer to harden and dry because I don't want to do this again. Tonight, everyone was cranky. Hannah's throat hurts (but it didn't start hurting until after she went swimming), Mitch was snappy and hungry and tired, Hector was chasing Fudge and Tribble, and fuck knows why I'm still awake, pardon my French. But here I am, even though tomorrow is a school day and we're teaching Swedish massage on the glutes. It's always interesting to see if any of the students volunteer to be the body receiving the demo strokes.

*raises hand* Pick me, pick me. I love massage. I had 2 last week. But tomorrow? I want the hot tub. And not to be on the massage table for long. My turn to help teach the complex strokes that no one can ever make sense of. There's a reason we have two teachers.

Anyhow. Just because, a gigantic hug goes to lostinapapercup for fortuitous timing on her UPS delivery. Damn, that was silly good fun. And SQ authors? I promise I'll get to you as soon as I can. It's a crazy time for me. And that, my friends, is my story and I'm sticking to it.

Comments

[lvblheron.livejournal.com]

<<---hates living in a hotel room. The air is always too dry, the sheets suspect, and I want my own kitchen. I just came from staying 10 days in a hotel; that was about my year's quota.

And I'd volunteer for the massage table! Hope your floors are everything you want them to be.

[sff-corgi.livejournal.com]

Glutes. [pause]

Does this one demo usually involve giggling in the class?

Oh, I can't wait to see everything finished. Can I talk you into photos?