No AI needed—just me, my words, and backspace power. 💻

Obviously, the blog has been up and down, like a jack-in-the-box. 
I started reading through the whole thing and realized something: dang, it sounds like Yoda and R2D2 are having a conversation.

I rely on AI to proofread.
 I have a bare-bones education, have been out of school far too long, and simply don’t remember how to write in a way that doesn’t sound like an illiterate kindergartner.

I let AI do too much, and my poor blog paid the price. 
The ideas were mine, the words were mine, but sometimes AI “fixed” things in ways that just felt… off.

Even worse, it fueled my perfectionism, making me obsess over changes I couldn’t handle on my own. 

Hyperfocus is part of my ADHD. 
It makes me want everything to be perfect, to be just so. 
I can spend hours trying to make a post flawless. 
This drive shows up mostly in my creative stuff, like the blog, not so much in day-to-day life.

I’ve always been like this, but it’s gotten stronger as my kids have grown up, need me less, and nothing interrupts my drive to perfect every detail.

I kind of think I might have autism, and the blog has become my special interest-something I really want to be perfect.

And yeah, I know I’m stupid. 
I let a blog feel like the most important thing in the world, obsessing over every tiny detail, overthinking everything. 
But this is who I am: messy, flawed, and still trying.

So if you happen to be reading this, you’re just going to have to suffer through twenty-three years of re-posted posts. 
I’m going back through, kicking out the AI proofing, and bringing Jane back-one messy, imperfect post at a time.

Other than going through the blog, today has been a take-it-easy kind of day.

Cowboy didn’t get home from work until 6 a.m. 
He had to wake up to take his medication, one of which requires him to stay upright for a long time. 
Once he had eaten and the required time had passed, he slept until it was time to go back to work. 
Math isn’t my strong suit, but that was a 15-hour shift.

Badger and I mostly watched a lot of TV today. 
A lot of days are like that.

Badger did get a wild hair this evening, and took my Big Foot down, and painted him. 
I think the idea was for him to be a black shadow, but mostly he ended up as a blob. 
Badger made a swamp creature out of him-camo green, with a trout on his line.

We’re trying to sell the stock tank pool. 
Badger never warmed up to using it. 
For her, a pool has to be an actual pool. 
The grands loved it, but rarely visited enough to use it. 
It was also a major pain to fill and empty, and the paint kept chipping off. 
The grands hated that. 
I did have one fellow who wanted it for fish, but he was afraid the paint would kill them.

It’s been sitting in the backyard for four years, so it definitely needs a good bath. 
A lot of people may be turned off by the way it looks now, but what do you expect from something that’s been outside that long?

I have nothing else to share today, so I’ll go back to erasing AI. 
There are only, well… over a thousand posts that AI proofread for me.