IN THE MEANTIME, I may or may not be getting a cold. One thing is certain, though: my neck and back are tense as a...really...tense...thing, and I could use a massage. Something deep and slow and penetrating, slow-motion waves of pressure-born relief to melt my muscles away, carrying off my worries in the flow.
Ideally, I'd receive it while this plays over and over again:
...well, a guy can dream.
Also, a guy should get back to work.