Dutch compartmental syndrome

Drooled after this beautiful baby today... A brand spanking new J111. And she flies like the wind!

So after sailing today, I got a text from the Dutchman... an MD friend of his thinks he might have chronic compartmental syndrome O.o (?????)

My reply: No, you don't exhibit symptoms, no dead tissue. When I last saw your leg it looked healthy & healing. Torn muscle is very delicate and takes quite some time to heal. Swelling, soreness, redness, bruising, are all normal part of repair.

So I've somehow become a therapist for this Dutch leg. Granted I know a thing or two about legs, feet, and muscles after years of ballet and tennis. Then he texts back that his MD friend of his is not a practicing MD! Go figure. Go rip out your calf muscle from your shin and see how easy that heals. However the Dutchman did take his little boys out to chop a Christmas tree and decorate it. How sweet!

Anyhow, I chatted with a sailing buddy today about dating... in threes. Now that I've crossed off the Mulberry bush, might I want to replace that empty slot w somebody? The worse thing I can do is focus on one person. That's how women go insane with expectations. Though shalt not have all thy eggs in one basket.

As I had intended to wake up to a nice book today, I did. However it wasn't Breakfast with Socrates. It was Superfreakonomics. Highly engrossing. And now here I am in the middle of three nonfiction books, non are finished and all are about halfway through. Ha!