My face actually hurt the other day, soon after I arrived in North Carolina to visit my family.
I realized almost immediately that it was because the muscles that control smiling had been starting to atrophy. Oh, and my diaphragm hurt from laughing, too.
I think that means there's something wrong with me back in Oakland. I have a feeling I know what steps will help.
(There's more on my
"real blog," again, believe it or not.)