Went for a massage from Renee the Amazing LMT on Monday. Renee has new digs in South Tampa, an adorable bungalow with wood floors throughout. And for no extra charge, I get to pet her dog Emma, a black, docile lab mix with no tail, so she wags her butt when she's happy.

I think a massage is almost spiritual, it's certainly beneficial, and it makes me feel slightly tipsy afterwards. For some reason, I crave sushi and/or hot food after a massage. Now that Renee has moved, I can hit one of my favorite sushi places afterwards for extra indulgent-yet-beneficial goodness.

I've decided the expense is well worth it, a massage is much better than a therapy session where I'm told to go to Barnes & Noble and look up a book (I'll bet).