One dorm-bed week plus a day of 20,000 steps in 2″ heels and the first real thing I did upon my return was to have a massage.

Mind you, my brain was (is) still in Glen-mode.

So: 10am Monday, relaxing face-down as the therapist addresses the Gordian knot that is my left shoulder complex. I remember my friend Madeline teaching me about body symmetry as it plays out in massage, that it’s ineffective to focus exclusively on one troublesome part without giving at least some time to its mirror.

It’s like raising siblings, I think. Equal is never what’s needed, but one needs to at least wave in its direction.

#glenhangover