Two two-hour sessions yesterday, and after the second one, I sat down to read the newest issue of Massage & Bodywork magazine and think about the idea of a masters degree in somatics. No such thing currently exists, but the idea is gaining currency.
One of my clients is working on his PhD in clinical psychology, and wants to do work with people with PTSD. That started me thinking about how bodywork might help people who have that condition, too.
Well, sometime around 21:00, I decided to take a little nap. Bad idea, as I woke up at 03:00. Eek! No public transit to get home – at least without a goodly amount of walking, which did not appeal in the cool night. So, I sauntered around the corner to the St. Francis where Jason was working the night shift. Sat in the lobby and did some tweeting, but that got boring, and he wasn’t getting off until 06:00, so I walked down Powell to Market, stopping at starbucks to get some mocha and a veggie and egg wrap – that thing was disgusting (spinach, tomato, feta cheese and scrambled egg wrapped in flatbread – you’d think it would be good, but it sucked).
I sat at the bus stop, and 25 minutes later, the 21-Hayes arrived and I boarded to come home, where I sit writing this. On the way home from the bus stop, I saw two vehicles which had been burgled.
I think more sleep is in order.
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