Mrs. RSI is recovered enough from her carpal tunnel surgery that she went into her office to do some charting. There's a sort of magic about recovery capacities. One minute Mrs. RSI can't make her hand comfortable at all. The next she's back to work.
There's also a magic about Mrs. RSI. I've been pretty much enveloped by a heavy sadness ever since I found out that my friend Greg had a bad form of stomach cancer.
But just watching a movie with Mrs. RSI dispelled the gloom. It was like I'd been sprinkled with fairy dust. I felt fifty pounds lighter when the movie was over.
Notting Hill is okay but not that great of a movie.
It must be love.
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Of all the bad romantic comedies in the world, I do enjoy that one the most.
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