Then, last evening, I finished skimming a book that I wish I had time to really read. This one is probably a textbook for a college-level art history course, but it's too dense for me to really read deeply. It's called The Voices of Silence: Man and his Art by Andre Malraux. The sections I did read were very thought-provoking.
Last evening, I finally got into Massage Envy to have the technician work on my right shoulder and neck with deep tissue treatments. There must be over a dozen really painful knots in that region, while the rest of the areas she worked on had a total of about three. Ouch. I feel much more limber, this morning, and I'll get back there for another treatment in a couple of weeks; I have to get that shoulder smoothed out.