Sleepy Sunday

I got a decent night’s sleep last night. Why am I super tired today? I haven’t done anything unusual. I did my daily exercise BS and I’ve done a few errands around the house, but that’s all. Why am I exhausted? Is it because I am just old? Could be.

Someone on Threads asked for musical people to share some music. 99.999% of the time I ignore engagement bait posts like that but today I shared a song… and I think I accidentally shared an album. Oh well. I guess being super tired puts me into a kind of musical glutton for punishment mode. I just don’t know if the punishment I expect is in the form of bad criticisms or just the chirping of crickets as the universe ignores my shitty songs. Probably the latter. Oh well.

Did I mention that it was snowing a few minutes ago? It was just a tiny flurry but it fits the mood of the day. The mood being, Blah.

I wonder if a few seconds after publishing this post I am going to get a long comment from a user whose name and photo imply that they are female while the long comment is something that is most probably written by some sort of AI program. It’s happened on the last few posts I’ve published that had more than just a sentence or two of text. You know, something that ChatGPT could sink its virtual teeth into. We’ll see in a minute. Maybe writing about it will let them know that I am on to them and they’ll lay off. Doubtful.

Oh look at that, I just got a text from bank of america saying that my account has been disabled due to suspicious activity. I had better call them and give them all of my personal information, even though I don’t have a fucking account with fucking bank of america. Oh well.

Missed Opportunity

Today is our last full day with my step son Harry in the house. He’s heading back to Vermont in the morning so he can go to work in the afternoon.

I’m sad that he’s leaving. I’m even sadder that today is an in the office day and I’m going to be away from home until dinner time.

Crud.

It is All Gone

And just like that, all of the xmas decorations have been removed from the living areas of the house and placed back in the cellar storage.

Insert an emphatic sigh of relief here. We can start 2025 now.

Oh wait… 2025 is going to suck… crap, let’s put the xmas stuff back up and see if we can stave off the inevitable societal collapse.

HoHoHoly crap.