I realized today that I need to make an appointment for a seating adjusted. Over the last several months, I’ve noticed that I’m slouching to one side even more than usual and that the sweet spot of total comfort has become more elusive. The last straw came today when I was compelled to stick an empty bottle behind my back cushion in order to give me a bit of extra support. I have a bad habit of ignoring minor discomforts until I finally get annoyed enough to jury-rig a half-assed solution and wait for an appointment with a professional. Fortunately, I’ll only have to wait a couple weeks this time.
My seating system is over fifteen years old and has already been through a couple revisions, which makes me wonder how much more can be done with this old thing. It’s served me well, but I no longer have the body of a man in his early twenties. Well, relatively speaking, anyway.
