No snark from me about mrpeenee readers who are riding out Hurricane Sandy. Eeks. It sounds astonishingly bad, even, as the youth of today would have it, srsly bad. I had planned to make a public service announcement reminding everyone buying emergency supplies that when the power goes out, even the cheapest bourbon tastes better without ice than any gin, but events sort of overtook me, so here’s hoping the best for all you Mid-Atlantic types.
|Bracing for the surge.|
I supported our sisters in peril by going out for a massage at the spa this afternoon. I snagged one of my favorite massage guys; he does this thing where he pinches your Achilles tendon HARD. It is both excruciating and exquisite at the same time. Fabulous. I only hoped that help.