Thursday morning I baked a big batch of sugar cookies. I am determined to keep busy while I await another scan in three weeks. After baking, I sat down in my huge brown Lazy Boy office chair to check the internet for all sorts of unnecessary information before moving on to adding columns of numbers for income taxes.

Not an interesting morning, except that once again my enormous desk chair hurt my hip. This is a frequent problem and I will not bore you with all the things I’ve tried to make it go away. Lately I’ve resorted to browsing Wayfair.com for office chairs.

I took an Ibuprofen and decided to do some grocery shopping. I also wanted to deliver cookies to a neighbor who was in need of a treat. And return a prescription to CVS that had been given to Banjo Man by mistake the night before and wasn’t his!

After all that, Home Goods was calling my name. I wanted to get ideas for a bridal shower gift, always a fun thing to shop for. I grabbed a cart and walked through the large sliding doors to behold an office chair only a few feet away.

Was the universe trying to tell me something? I’d never seen office chairs at Home Goods before and I’d never seen chairs lined up in the check-out aisle, but there was my dream chair in all of its glory. I sat. I smiled. I purchased.

And I carried it to the car.

You’re home now, baby.