Because of the greatness of Chris’s company, we get a sizeable credit every month that his work covers for us to get massages. Since we go to a place we found in Chinatown that is only $36 an hour, his credit covers both of us plus an over 50 percent tip we give to the masseuses. I was never that excited about massages, but Chris loves them and looks forward to them each month, and of course, he drags me with him. And I know I sound like a brat when I say this, but most of the time I don’t really want to go. I’m just lazy on Sundays and want to stay in our neighborhood.

Well this time, I actually really wanted a massage, and I’d been really wanting one since the wedding weekend. When we went in today, my regular masseuse Lucy commented to me in Chinese that every time I come, my muscles are usually quite knotted and I seem like I’m under stress, but this time, they were especially knotted. “Every time you come, your muscles are more and more tired, but this time, they are the most tired!” she exclaimed while chuckling. I didn’t want to launch into a whole broken Chinese conversation about how I had just pulled off planning three days worth of wedding events, so I just laughed and said that I was really exhausted and that her work felt really comforting.

And then tonight, as I am writing this, I realize that my muscles are sore from all her work. She really did get all the knots out, but now I am in slight pain.