I’m going out on a limb here, talking about work. I figure this is a strong limb though.

I’ll be discussing my latest blogging hiatus shortly. A partial post is in the hopper. Something to look forward to, eh?

My office chair was fifteen years old and saw better days. It’s upholstery was clean and intact, but almost every mechanism was either failing or broken.

“Go new, comrade. Go new!” The cry rose from the huddled masses in the halls of state government.

The chance to get new equipment comes along once in a lifetime, so my peers looked on my situation with envy. I had a chair that was just bad enough to shame even the tightest penny pinchers in procurement.

My choice rocked the system to it’s core, threatening to disrupt momentum forty-one years in the making. I asked our local supplies person if my chair could be repaired. A lot of our furniture (like my chair) is made by prison guests – many of whom are staying for years – so I figured labor costs would be marginal at best.

A few calls were made, a few dollars were discussed, and my chair disappeared for a week.

I got it back today, as good as new. I feel great. Chairs are a funny thing to fit, and I had a relationship with this one – a good one. When you find a chair that treats you right you don’t give up on it – not on my watch you don’t.

With any luck we’ll be together for years to come. The alternative makes me shudder. I don’t find the idea of a new chair appealing. I see it as a crap shoot. I figure the odds of a good, comfortable match are fifty percent at best. That poses a real problem, considering I spend more time with my chair than my wife.

I’ll take my (like new) old comfy chair, thank you very much.