Bonding

I’m wrapping up week 4 of my 6 week commitment at the newspaper/magazine.

Yesterday, I felt a searing pain in my left shoulder – the exact spot that gave me grief when I practiced law. I think it is acting up again because I’m confining myself to a desk 8 hours straight. No “breaks” to take a yoga class or a long walk.

My husband tried to work the knot out of my shoulder last night.

“This is what chimpanzees do,” I said as he kneaded my back.

“Chimpanzees pick bugs off of each other, they don’t rub almond massage oil into each other,” he said.

Actually, they groom each other purely for bonding purposes too. They hug and kiss and hold hands a lot. After reading Jane Goodall’s memoirs in a massive book binge two years ago, I’ve totally been into chimpanzees. (My husband's into bugs -- the little critters amuse him to no end.)