BACK-BRAKING

  BACK-BRAKING by Martine De Luna           No, that isn't a typo in today's title. I have a point. It has to do with (1) my back and, (2) the art of "braking." I suppose this type of blog post is what they call a "brain f**t" but I can't bring myself to call it that. So let's just call it another "study" in the art of making things blissful. OK? Ok.           I pulled my back the other week, see. It all began when I had a meeting at a cafe nearby, and had to bring Krista with me. I was alone, and waited for my husband to pick me up after my meeting was through. And so I carried Krista around in my sling, maybe for a good 40 minutes. I didn't notice it of course until we got home and my shoulders ached. So I scheduled the home service masseuse to come and work on me that night, to relax me a bit.           Well, turns out I will never ever hire that masseuse again, because while she was massag...