On the plus side, I have popsicles close at hand

In a probably futile effort to make my back (and shoulders and arms) like me again after yesterday carrying around the "suitcase" (as the sewing machine is now called) to multiple classes while dragging a flute and books in my backpack, I have popsicles on my upper shoulders.

Wrapped in a towel.

And clothespinned to my shirt so I don't have to hold them there.


(I should probably take it all off before Melissa wakes up to go to class, but I may say screw it and post the pictures later.)