Set and setting

ms. wobs, in her infinite wisdom, got me a gift certificate for an hour-long massage for my birthday. Since I tweaked my neck when I went paddling on Sunday, today seemed like the perfect day to redeem it. My neck feels much better and I'm loose as a goose, but I must admit that it's unnerving to receive a massage in a building where (in it's previous incarnation as the sport bar Doc's Pad) 10 years ago I was downing $1 cocktails and getting pukey-drunk. Weird.