I think I said something the other day about ordering a new chair but I didn’t quite realize that could be a transitive experience. Truth be told, I bought my old office chair in 2014??? Or there abouts and it served me well. Hell it looked brand new but, if you tried to recline, it squeaked. I sprayed it with enough WD-40 to float a battleship to no avail. Maybe not that much but you get the picture. The casters had no more action in them. Again, sprayed but they were just scratching up the floor anytime I moved. And, lastly, the piston that keeps you at a certain level is gone, whatever you set it to, sinks to the lowest.

The new one glides silently across the floor, allows excellent reclining and stays at the set height. Love it.

The weather turned nasty today. I say nasty but it was February weather. Yesterday was just so nice anything else would suffer by comparison. I’m alright with that.

So I hate to say it but I think that my ramps have been stolen. I can’t locate them and they’re kind of hard to hide. The only thing I can think of is that I set them up on the side of the house, someone saw them and helped themselves. I have a camera right on it but I looked the two weeks back and they’re not in scene. I knew that I should secure everything behind the fence but damn… The car break-ins on 12-13 and now this.

It’s alright. I need to keep a tighter ship. Keep your shit secured. As the world gets a little colder day by day, you have to keep that in mind.