I didn’t sleep well last night, alas. Kept half-waking and panicking because I wasn’t going to get enough sleep, which then meant I couldn’t sleep. And I was attacked by a looming evil cricket in the bathroom at 4 a.m. (I went into the bedroom, found the nearest shoe, dropped it on the cricket, and went back to pottying. I forgot to tell Ken about his role as Clean Cricket Off Shoe-er until I got home this evening.)

But oh. Oh my. When it was time to leave the spa today, I whimpered, “But I want to live here.” It was so, so very wonderful.

Meg and I grabbed subs at Quizno’s and talked about alpaca farming (her husband Matt’s latest obsession), and then we went to the very cushy spa. There we had access to as many towels as could be humanly imagined, just as many washcloths resting in bowls of ice, jugs of lemon cucumber water, and a vast array of bath products. For four hours, we walked around naked and were pampered. Is there anything better on earth?

We first sat in the aromatherapy steam room, which could very well be my favourite place on earth save for the fact that it would make paper products soggy. I don’t know why I hate getting sweaty and hate hot days, but find steam rooms to die for. We briefly sat in the cool mist room to cool off, then settled into the large hot tub (capacity said 12, but I could’ve fit twice that many in) and talked about the history of vampire slayers and writing and other random subjects. We got out for a little while to re-plump our pruning fingers and toes, and then were treated to side-by-side mud baths. “Mud” being a misnomer, as it was simply dark brown, rosemary-scented warm water. But it was in a jacuzzi tub slightly larger than ours, and a nice lady put a cool towel over my eyes, and for the next half hour or so (or it could have been an hour, for all I knew), I sat in a fragrant tub of bubbling water (and with my eyes closed, I couldn’t care that it was a strange colour), and meditated. Released stress. Set the goal of being both relaxed and reinvigorated by my spa day. Reminded myself to take care of myself. That sort of thing.

We showered to divest ourself of any brownness, and then went off to our massages. Ahhhh. One of the best massages I’ve ever had. This is what my massages at my chiro office would be like if my massage therapist had an hour rather than 15 minutes. I got a deep tissue massage, but she did some other stuff as well, concentrating on my back. She seemed to think the root of my problems was in my left lumbar area. Hm.

Anyway, then I sat in the steam room and Meg napped in the quiet room, and I finally succumbed to the lure of the pen and paper, and sat in the quiet room and made some notes (which are probably illegible, but we’ll see) and read. Then we showered one final time, and used as many bath and skin care products as humanly possible, and reluctantly left.

The drive home was pretty nasty, but I was mellow enough that it didn’t stress me—it’s just that I started to get really, really hungry. I said hello to Ken and scarfed a cheese sandwich, and soon thereafter we were bad and went to the Chinese buffet because I was craving their cream cheese-filled friend wontons. I ate many, I confess. The plan was to then go grocery shopping, but I’d managed to put the list and coupons back down when I cleaned out my purse of spa things, so we came home instead. We’ll shop tomorrow morning.

Our friend Max came over to help Ken make the banner stand for the banner I’m making for Pent, so I taped “Buffy”. It’s now nearly midnight and they’re off at Max’s, because Ken’s skilsaw died. Goodness knows when they’ll be back.

Ken got the G4 up and running today, and copied in the backup DVD disk. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have my most recent job info from Sage, but I’ve managed to cobble together the beginnings of a new résumé (partly because there’s a PE job open at Sage and I used a lot of the requirement info, rewriting it as stuff I did). I’ll finish that tomorrow and send it a few places. I’ve also send the next GWW ad to the CP and worked on other paperwork. Tomorrow will be “butt in chair in front of computer day”, except for grocery shopping and beading the banner. I have to write fiction, write documentation, etc. Everything’s currently on schedule. Go me.