I had a massage today. We're in single digit days from R&R so I used the gift certificate that my wonderful husband got me for Christmas for a massage and a pedicure.

The massage was an interesting experience. I opted for an upper body only and she kind of raised her eyebrows at that, but I think she understood when she got her hands on my neck and shoulders. Clearly that's where I carry any stress. All was going well, though she was working some pretty tender spots, and I was mostly enjoying the massage. Then she started to work my hand. As if she'd flipped a switch, I immediately started crying, completely out of the blue. I hadn't been thinking about anything, hadn't been emotional, it was very weird.

You have to imagine this to grasp the full scope. I'm lying face down, nearly naked under naught but a sheet, with my head in this pillow with a hole in it so I can breathe. The catch is that I'm getting over a cold so after a few minutes of all the fluid in my sinuses rushing to the front of my head, I can only breathe through my mouth, which I don't like to do. I'm already trying not to let out a disgusting sniffle and then I start to cry on top of that. Seriously? I was actually glad she was almost done so I didn't have to excuse myself.

She was just rubbing my hand, why the heck would I cry? All I can figure is that it's the first time anyone has really truly touched me in so many months and my body just reacted. Maybe I'm just crazy like we all suspected in the first place. It was definitely the oddest massage I've ever had, despite that she did excellent work.

I guess I'll try to fill my touch quota for a few more months over the upcoming two weeks with my husband.