Rebecca and I went out to lunch today at our favorite cafe. There was a guy sitting next to us, maybe early 20s, who looked so much like someone I went to college with that I almost asked him his name. He'd be about the right age to be the son of the guy I knew in school (who came from this area), if he'd started having children right out of college. But then I thought that it might seem a little too weird and that I'd end up being an anecdote for later telling: "You wouldn't believe this - there was this strange woman at the Magnolia Grill today who wanted to know if my father's name was..."

This morning I had the best massage I've ever experienced. I've been getting chair massages (back, neck, shoulders, arms, scalp) from my hair stylist for a couple of years now, but she's not trained to do full body massages. The massage therapist who works out of the spa side of the salon I go to is wonderful. He listened carefully to what I didn't want (intense focused pressure) and provided an exceptional massage. He's taking a class in hot stone massage, which sounds a little New Agey strange, but I may try. The one bit of discomfort came when I was lying face-down. The table isn't elevated at the head and I found that my sinuses were immediately congested so I could only breathe through my mouth. Like the doctor's office a couple of weeks ago, this was another place where I had to remove my clothing, step onto the floor and lie down on a table. This time the floor didn't bother me, maybe because it was tile rather than vinyl. My socks were, however, the first thing I put back on when I was done.

Movies: In the Cut. Meg Ryan and Mark Ruffalo were searing in their portrayals of victim and cop in this film. She was a mousy teacher with a dark, hidden, seamy side, while his hard-edged New Yorker character was all on the surface. Or so you think. She wanders through her life, bumping from one situation to another, sharing parts of it with her half-sister in an easy intimacy that foreshadows bad things around the corner. He tells her precisely who he is and what he can do for her, and she, despite extreme reservations, falls into a relationship that seems merely like the coincidental intersection of two lives. Kevin Bacon's character was the one bit of unnecessary baggage - he played no role other than creating the odd moment of wondering if he was involved with the blood-drenched crimes that kept occurring.