(dc) knots

i need someone to come up behind me and start digging into my right upper trapezius with all his/her strength.

my new boss, terri, told me yesterday that there is a massage therapist here in the building at NASA HQ, and i had high hopes of forking over my $1/minute for 30 minutes of trapezius abuse today. alas, i learned this morning that massages happen only on tuesdays and thursdays.

on a brighter note, the nice doctor at the health unit pronounced me fit enough to work out in the gym, so i should be able to start exercising on monday morning. this despite my abnormal EKG, which said my heart rate is 48 bpm. the doctor said a slow heart is likely to beat longer. we'll see what we can do about that.