Today was a very inopportune morning to be trapped in a nightmare in which my ex had plotted to have me killed and I was unable to touch base with law enforcement about it. I was stuck in this nasty little world until almost 8:30a, which made me very late for work. And of course, this would be the day that I have a complicated criminal proceeding in my courtroom, and also the day I run into both supervisors, who were aware of my tardiness because they were trying to track me down to pull me out of my courtroom so that I could fill in for a specialized courtroom down the hall. Why they couldn’t have done this clerk scheduling last week was beyond me. So here I am, with a baby relief clerk in my courtroom trying to handle a rather fussy case, while I’m stuck in a busy civil law & motion calendar. I can feel two particular muscles clench in my neck and back, the old reaction I have to work-related stress.

I really, really want a day of massage, spa and pampering. I’ve wanted it so much that all my tentative get-together plans with various women revolve around plans for a spa treatment. And yet there’s nothing solid enough with any of them to book. I normally would just book on my own for something close to home after work and go alone, but I don’t really want to flake on jujitsu.

Maybe Friday, when there’s no jujitsu, I can leave my happy hour coworkers a bit early for a Friday evening appointment. Or maybe even drag some of them along. Hmm…

Thanks, Vicky, for getting me hooked on these things ever since that first Burke Williams appointment we did for your bachelorette event. I never knew what bliss I missed out on. I don’t know how I lived before spa treatments!