That’s enough to get me out of bed.
Nice. Sun. March. You can leave now, winter.
If this is Sunday, it must be Water Day for the orchids. Some serious repotting, etc., is required soon. Maybe when I get back from Charleston.
Went out to inspect and work on the Garden Box. But I miscalculated the weather. It seemed to be over 50° and sunny. Dressed accordingly. Garden box, in the shade and in a wind tunnel. Nope. Gardening exercise delayed.
Considering giving up my garden box. My only concern is the demise of Ray the Rosemary. When I got the box 10 summers ago, it got “enough” sun. Now it is mostly in shade. It might be time to surrender the box to someone on the waiting list for a garden box. I have had it for 10 years. Don’t need to decide this today. Or even this week.
And then there is AI. It is already out of the box — and I doubt it’s going back in.
I am just a little old lady in Allbirds, but it seems obvious that AI has the potential to wipe out many white-collar jobs and make a respectable dent in blue-collar ones as well.
I’m trying not to be a Luddite. Humans need work. Real work. If we don’t have it, we invent other occupations — Congressperson. Influencer. Commentator on nothing in particular. And look how that’s going.
Still, I have no doubt we humans are fully capable of wrecking the planet all by ourselves, long before AI gets around to finishing the job.
Aside: They didn’t have real work.