My two week absence from the club angered the bridge gods and I angered them further with the way I played tonight. In one particularly ugly moment I could have sworn I heard thunder.

I am writing this dispatch from my new computer chair. The old chair, which had been old when I rescued it from the trash a few years ago, had become an aesthetic blight and then a wheel fell off rendering it a lopsided aesthetic blight. At some point I abandoned making cosmetic repairs with electrical tape. There were deep enough wounds that the leather and stuffing were gone in spots leaving the wood frame showing and wires of unknown origin exposed, but I continued using it.

Daniel arrived and thought to at least repair the wheel, but when it became apparant that couldn’t be easily done he offered to buy me a new one. I accepted and it was more or less in that moment that it finally dawned on me that I really wanted a new chair. Still I couldn’t have anticipated just how much I would enjoy sitting in it once it was assembled.

When I dragged the old chair to the elevator a man commented that it looked like it had been through a war. I replied that the cat had won. The Beet Weasel’s weapons of choice have been neutralized with nail caps. Also the new chair has been pretty thoroughly doused in deterrent spray in the hope that a similar fate will not befall it. So far he hasn’t shown any interest in scratching it (Daniel also bought him a scratching post, lest he feel deprived). This chair is so comfy I could take a nap, unfortunately I must be on my way to work.