A perfect end to a pretty good week.

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As it goes, which is first isn't as important as it once was.  It seems once I learned to tolerate messages they no longer put me down.  Interesting and good to know.  I've set up my next appointments.  The feet will take some work.  Lots of dry skin.  I'll put in extra effort to wear socks at all times, change twice a day, and slather something on at least once.  When it warms I can go without socks part of the day.

I am a nudist!  Well, of the feet.  In winter that is just too hard on them.  Socks and at least house shoes, if I'd really like to go without.  I do plan, for the next, probably, three months, to hit them both twice a month...  Unless the feet come through.  But the messages, I really am hoping they help with the bp.  The thing is to keep appointments. At some point I may want to have the pedicure on it's own day, so as to have three, sort of, messages a month.  While I suspect the messages will do the most for bp, just human contact will have some solid impact.

A grand experiment.  I took a light standard message this time and at least next time.  At some point I may have her try deep muscle.  Quite a thing, if I am just doing it for bp there is no reason I can't enjoy the experiences.

I also made it to the store.  Picking up what was at a good price or was needed.  I pulled beef out to thaw, to go with cabbage and rutabaga.  I'm not messing with sauerkraut until the kitchen is topped off.  I have to cook some food though.  I have been, mostly , keeping up on dishes.  Not today.  I had to let else slide or I wouldn't have made it.  Was so surprised they had an opening.  Crazy.  Had to take it, and do what it took to make it there.

Wow.  What a day.  What a week.  If not bedtime, good night anyway.