The woman who is my wife bought me a new pillow the other day. I’m not sure what prompted her to do it, other than my years of whining and complaining about how much I hated my old pillow. Actually, I had two pillows, each one older, softer and less supportive than the other. I would have gone out and bought a new pillow on my own, but I haven’t been in a department store in years and was afraid I’d get lost and wander into the wrong section and accidentally buy new cushions for the couch or maybe a blender by mistake.