The Cadillac of Office Chairs

So my parents drove about a thousand miles to come visit my family in Indiana. There's all the stress that goes along with that, the "is my house clean enough?" and "will my kids behave?' issues that keep you up at night before they arrive. I really should have known better.

The time was fun. I could have had black mold growing in my kitchen sink and they wouldn't have cared so long as they got to play with the kids. And I talked a lot about writing with my dad, who also writes. Which is the reason they bought me the most awesome computer I've ever had. My dad wants me to have every advantage I can in this venture. 

Honestly, just thinking about it chokes me up. I think back to all the times I was a brat and they loved me anyway, or reflect on some of my more spectacular failures when they've been there to help me make it better. Parents are so giving to their kids, no matter that their kids are grown. Well, mine are. I hope I can do the same for my kids when they're grown. 

As I sat down to write at my awesome computer after they left, I noticed a huge problem. I had this beautiful example of technological craftsmanship sitting on my desk, and I was going to sit on a folding chair to use it. Normally, I'm very much a "make it work" kind of person. Except I wasn't at the right height to type comfortably, no matter how I adjusted. 

I decided to spoil myself.

I went to Staples and got the Cadillac of office chairs. It's got a high back. It's got the little lever that adjusts the height of the seat. It has nice armrests.

And it's extra cushy on my bum. 

I love my new setup, and I've vowed to make my productivity match my equipment.