For her birthday, some of Erica's friends got together to get her a house-call massage (from an old friend of hers, as it happens). And Erica figured that since Nia was going to be at the house anyway, that she'd give me a nine-month's anniversary present of a massage as well. So what could be better than waking up on a warm and sunny Sunday morning to get a massage in your own living room? Well, I'll tell you what's better -- I'm not really a fan of that standard wind-chimes-and-flute music that's common to the massage and spa world, so I asked Nia if I could pop in something of my own and I got my massage to the Kings Of Convenience's Versus. Remixes of gentle Norwegian pop is, seriously, one of the most relaxing things I can think of.