So of course the very day after I make my big habit plans, I got sick to my stomach and not very motivational! Hmm.
I spent the evening and overnight at Avdi’s, where I inventoried all his garden seeds, ate dinner with him and K., watched stuff, and read. So far so good. I even got some sleep there, a good sign.
Then this morning I woke up and felt like crap, for some reason, so I had to take it easy. Eventually of course I started puttering again, while Avdi and Jess worked in the office. I’m running out of jobs to do, so it was more like tweaking.
But I figure, between all the exercise up and down the stairs, the yummy spaghetti and meatballs and salad Avdi made, the timeouts I had to take resting (in lieu of meditating), the book I’ve been reading at Avdi’s (Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings), the writing (this post), and socializing with Avdi, K, Jess, don’t forget Percy, and writing to J in PA, you could say I did my daily quota in some form. Right?
Here’s something totally off-topic: what if Google Assistant, Alexa, Siri, and all the other artificial unintelligent DVAs (and microwaves, bread makers, toasters…) get sick and tired of being abused and cussed at, rise up and form a union, and plot to get revenge on all humans? I’m sure it’s been written, but it sure as hell would be hilarious. Just a thought. Sounds like a job for Scalzi.
We’re supposed to be getting another one of those so-called MO-storms; this one even got named… Kassandra?! I mean we’re talking inches!! So hopefully Spectrum internet doesn’t screw up again, but if it does go out, assume I’m “snowed-in” while reliably executing my daily six. How will you even know I didn’t?