Coral

Coral loves me. Coral came home from school a few days ago and detached me from my computer chair and took me to her job. She walked me upstairs. Fortunately, she didn't admit me to the retirement home even though I felt like I belonged there or at least a padded room somewhere. School was getting to me.

When we arrived, a massage therapist met us at the door. Coral surprised me with a massage. It was wonderful. One hour of quiet. One hour of no shoulder tension. One hour of forgetting I was a wife, mother, student, etc., etc. I was just Shellie in a room with nice music, plastic palm trees, straw mats, and little white lights. Mmmmm. Relaxing.

Thanks, Coral. That was a very kind thing to do.