Sonoma again

Last week was my chemo free week, so I took advantage of it.  Tuesday was a full day, starting with a trip downtown for Mark then home for cancer followup appointment--red count was 10, so no Procrit shot. 
Wednesday morning, I threw my stuff together--way more stuff than I needed, but one must be prepared.  I left for Sonoma around 1, had no traffic at all, and got to the Inn between 2:30 and 3.  I checked in, went to the Big 3 for lunch, then to the spa to begin my half week of pampering.  It was strange to have no Soledad.  I somehow managed to soldier on.  First treatment was a tandem massage--utterly sinful--with Diane and Lani.  That was followed by a Wine Country Recovery with Diane.  Not exactly that I had anything to recover from, but it was a great way to start.  I brought Ally with me this trip.  We came separately, so I was glad to meet up with her in the room.  You just need to know that your chickadees travel safely.  We went to dinner at the Big 3.  It was live entertainment night--which we could have gotten along without.  They weren't very good.  But they were very loud.
Thursday was a full day.  I started with a Watsu with Glenn then I did the bathing ritual.  The afternoon was Reiki with reflexology and a Rejuvenating Kur with Diane.  Diane is my own personal CT scan.  I still don't know how she does it, but she knows what's going on with my body.  Ally also had Reiki with reflexology with Diane and a Tandem Massage.  She loved it.  We went to the Black Bear Diner for dinner.  It was the first time since I went with my niece--my first trip to the Inn in 2004 or 2005--that I had a meal off the property.  Ally drove.
Friday started with a Watsu with Laura.  Next was a Wild Berry and Chocolate scrub with Samantha (I smelled yummy), lunch of Spinach Salad with chicken, and a Relaxation Massage with Laura.  Ally had her Facial on Friday.  She went out with a friend from Santa Rosa that night, which was fine.  I had dinner at the Big 3--no band.
Saturday started with a Willow Stream Elements with Bill--pretty much the new name for the Moor Mud Kur.  Not at all glamorous--at one point you could audition for the Tar Baby--but your skin feels sooooooooooooo good.  Another Watsu with Laura, lunch, and a Facial with Julie.  I treated Ally to a Watsu as a late birthday present.  She couldn't afford it, but Carlson's law says that no one can go to the hotel without having a Watsu.  She loved it--of course.  Glenn says it isn't for everyone, but I'm not sure I want to know those people.  We went to the Black Bear again for dinner.
Sunday was go home day, which is always a little rushed.  Get up, pack, call the bellman to store the luggage while at the spa, rush through breakfast to get to the spa on time.  The last day is pretty day--at least that's my schedule.  I spent the morning and the early part of the afternoon in the salon with Rodolfo--toes, fingers, and hair and scalp revitalizer.  That way, the toes and fingers are completely dry before I get dressed to go home.  Ally had a spa day with a friend then went wine tasting.  She'll be home today or tomorrow.
I got home for most of the Super Bowl, though I did sleep through part of the second half.  I feel pretty, my skin is soft and smooth, I was royally pampered, and I can't wait to go back.  Not sure when--maybe for my birthday, certainly for my anniversary.  Until then, it's back to reality and chemo tomorrow.
xxooxx