What out-of-the-blue thing was my wife planning one night a couple months ago, when she told me to keep the evening free? She booked me for a massage! As often as I have mentioned massage in this blog, I believe it’s been four years since I actually received one from a professional masseuse.
My wife met her at a Farmers Market in Albany, though her practice is in Troy. Continue reading “Rubbing me the right way”