What an excellent observation. Hey, maybe you could just carry him with you throughout the day for that little bit of counterbalance. That and having someone you love with you makes anything more bearable!

Cool solution!

Can’t you get someone to come to the office to massage your chair?  Carrying it across the street must have been difficult, unless you had your bag with you to counterbalance that weight.

perhaps you could get Zach to carry the bag....
:)

You brought back so many memories. In particular I can see us all sitting in the screened in back porch, where we did most of our “living” in the summer, drinking brown cows. That’s what we called root beer floats, although almost everyone else in the world called them black cows. You described the feeling perfectly. Thanks.

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