January 14: Out of Words

Well, I am officially out of words this evening.  After a day of working, teaching, blogging, I'm pretty much a dry well.  It doesn't help that I'm functioning on about four hours of sleep, too.

I'm a little disappointed with myself.  I hoped to accomplish a lot more today.  But, of course, I fell more than a little short.  I don't even have the energy to proofread this post.  I have done the bare essentials to get by today.  And I'm doing the bare essentials tonight.

I'm ready to teach tomorrow.  After I publish this post, I will lay out my work clothes, brush my teeth, and go to bed.

Hopefully, Saint Marty will be able to fall asleep.  That's been difficult these last few nights.

The best laid plans of Chicken and men

May 10: Chair Massage, Energy, Loose

I got a chair massage at the Wellness Fair at work today.  I wasn't going to get anything done.  The person giving the foot massages was a former student of mine.  There wasn't any acupuncture, which I'd already talked myself into trying.  And then, just as I was making my way to the stairs to head back to the office, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Marty, how are you doing?"

I turned around.  The person giving the chair massages was my friend Louisa.  She's the wife of my friend Matt from the English Department.  (He teaches non-fiction writing and poetry and is sickeningly talented.)  Lou is from South Africa and has a great Afrikaans accent.  She is the loveliest person alive.

So I joined the line for a massage.  I knew that Lou was a massage therapist, but, oh my God, she's a freakin' massage miracle worker.  She went to work on my back for about ten minutes.  She pushed and pressured and rubbed.  The whole time, we were gabbing about English Department politics and her husband and classes.  When I got out of her chair, I felt absolutely loose and energized.  Still do.

My shoulders are relaxed.  My head has this nice buzz, like I'm thinking more clearly.  If I had a glass of wine right now, I'd pass out.  I just e-mailed Matt and told him his wife could put her hands on my body any time she wants.

Saint Marty is feeling fantastic.

Get in line!