"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Mal di collo

Vorrei parlare dei due spettacoli che ho visto di recente (un concerto per sole voci, davvero emozionante ed interessante, e l’ultimo lavoro teatrale di Marco Paolini), vorrei fare le ultime modifiche al template per renderlo definitivo, vorrei terminare alcune altre cosette.
Vorrei.
Ma ho un mal di collo e di spalle che mi spezza in due. Dovrò decidermi a fare della fisioterapia (o a iscrivere il mio ragazzo ad un corso di massaggi). Nel frattempo è il caso che vada a stendermi sul letto finché Morfeo non sopraggiunga. I post in programma attenderanno domani.

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4 Comments
  • PaoloFerrucci
    Posted at 23:37h, 11 March Reply

    Rimettiti, mi raccomando!

    ciao :)

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 06:41h, 12 March Reply

    opterei per far fare ad altri un corso di massaggi. ;-)

  • Njord
    Posted at 08:41h, 12 March Reply

    Azz… x me il mal di collo sta diventando un qualcosa di permanente…

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 13:50h, 12 March Reply

    Eh, Njord, io vorrei evitare che diventasse cronico, anche perché con tutto quello che ho da fare restare bloccata con il torcicollo è l’ultima cosa di cui ho bisogno! Penso che la soluzione appoggiata da Heraclitus resti la migliore.

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