If I had a hammer

For several weeks I’ve been meaning to tighten up the bolts on the chair I sit in here at the office. The problem has been that we don’t have the correct tool for the job here (or any tools for that matter), so I’ve just been carrying on as if nothing is wrong, in an increasingly wobbly and probably horribly dangerous chair.

Last night I was in the garage getting some drywall screws to use when we hang Carol’s show today, and I spotted a set of allen wrenches and grabbed them to bring with me today to fix the chair.

So I was crouched down behind my desk tightening the bolts on the chair, but a couple of them still had the little plastic caps covering the bolt holes. When I’d tightened all the open bolts I figured I would go try to find something to pop the remaining caps off, but for some reason I glanced to my right first, and there in a cubbyhole of my desk – within reach – was a very small screwdriver, perfect for he job.

Now I’ve been working with tools all my life (I wasn’t always a slovenly computer dork), but I have to say that this has never happened to me before. The perfect tool being within reach at the very moment I needed it. So to me, what just happened is as much a miracle as a catholic seeing an image of Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich or a tortilla.

And since the possibility for miracles is what gets a lot of us out of bed in the morning, I consider myself blessed today. As blessed as an atheist can be, anyway.

So out of my way, everyone! Today is my day. Boo yah!

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