A new desk arrived yesterday for my home office. I forced Kevin to come with me to help me decide - something he hated doing - on May 29 because I couldn't stand another trip to a furniture store and I knew Kevin would wade through all my bullshit doubts. So needless to say, we found a desk for me pretty quickly. As I turn to go, I see a TV stand sitting next to the desk we picked -- which was weird given that we were in a room full of desks and not another TV stand to be seen. For those who have read my blog (see April 24 of this year), my nightly TV viewing - or rather my lack of viewing - was a subject of much discussion. So with the famous Carey Smirk, he bought the TV stand too. It was delivered July 26. After all my outrage, I got two nights of clear viewing. I'd give anything to have him in my way again. Anything.

When the furniture store wrote to lasat week to say they couldn't get in touch with me about the desk delivery, I was reminded of a short story about a baker and a mother dealing with her son's untimely death. And I wasn't looking forward to having the desk delivered - I thought it would be too hard. Instead, it's been very comforting and I see us both and remember that afternoon so clearly. I hope that never fades.