I had a nice AI chat about my garden box. I’ve had it for ten years, but it doesn’t get much sun anymore. I think it’s time to pass it along to someone on the waiting list.
The garden box no longer passes the Marie Kondo “sparks joy” test.
Breakfast was nice.
I did laundry.
But then.
It started snowing.
If I were a mature person, I would be deeply grateful that it didn’t snow yesterday afternoon while I was cavorting home on the bus.
I am not a mature person.
There seems to be a move to post unflattering images of SecWar.
I can play this game. It’s not hard. I am not a mature person.
Old yes.
Mature no.
But Wait.
