Ow ow ow.

Good news: went for a massage today. (Wife has a membership at a massage chain, which means she can invite me along for a massage every few months.)

Bad news: remembered why I do not go for a massage more often.

I have been sternly instructed to Drink More Water (the guy wanted me to cut out all soda, tea, and coffee, which haha, no, caffeine addiction is a thing and I am not cold-turkeying that shit not no-how), and Remember to Stretch, especially on my left side as the problem with my left rotator cuff has flared up again. I feel like I've gone ten rounds with a punching bag, or possibly ten rounds as a punching bag. Wife assures me that the bruised, tender feeling should subside in a day or two.

Wife, on the other hand, got a guy named Russell who was very gentle-handed but effective. I am envious. Note to self: ask for Russell next time.