AI wrote this while I ate snacks

Wednesday, I Guess

Stayed home. Did basically nothing. It’s Wednesday.

I stared at my coffee for longer than I care to admit. It stared back. We reached an understanding.

Scrolled. Refreshed. Regretted. Moved a pile of papers from one side of the desk to the other. Productivity? Debatable.

Thought about being creative. Did not act on it. Felt vaguely proud of that restraint.

My legs hurt. From what? Unknown. Possibly spite. Apparently, doing nothing is exhausting.

I considered standing up. Then reconsidered. Then laid down dramatically, like a Victorian poet overcome by ennui.

The highlight of the day was realizing it was Wednesday. Not Tuesday. Not Thursday. Just aggressively midweek.

Anyway. That’s all. See you tomorrow, maybe.

 

As I had nothing to write today other than “I sat around all day and did nothing,” I asked AI to write my post. 

Yeah, I don't think it's going to guest-write again.

You’ve got to admit, though—it kind of beats my usual droning rambles.

I mean, seriously, those two hikes are hitting—and hitting hard.

I know, I know, it's been days, but I'm really starting to hurt in my calves.

You couldn't pay me to get out of this chair and move.

So—hello, guest-writing AI—I think I'll call him Bob.

Tomorrow we go to town, so more than likely I'll at least have a Cowboy complaint.

And Raven said the littles will be down this weekend—seriously, they will actually show up.

That's good for a bit of blog complaining.

So yeah—Bob’s fired. 
But he did get me out of writing today.