Day one. I planned out two weeks of fun and useful activities so I don’t get depressed.

Facebook died.

New bunny pen for geriatric cord chewing monster.

Not gonna eat it, I have an irrational fear of goat’s milk tasting weird.

So grateful to see the ocean and hang with friends.

I had Microsoft CoPilot AI write my husband a Valentine’s Day poem.

Made the executive decision to have mimosas instead of beer for Super Bowl Sunday.

Dear child, this is the worst LinkedIn profile photo ever.

Hilton gave me Diamond status in 2019 when I lived in a hotel for 90 days on a temp detail. When Covid hit, they just kept extending it. It’s been a good 4+ year run.

Sleep is impossible, so I caffeinate, hydrate, meditate repeat.

I dreamt a nun made me a cup of coffee but she had been reusing the coffee grounds multiple times and I had to pretend to enjoy this cup of lukewarm water.

I get lonely at my work from home job so I got one of these. It dances and talks back, agreeing with everything I say.

Insomnia 100% caused by watching True Detective. Friday night can’t come too soon. I live in a Wild West town with horses and burros roaming the streets, and we just get used to dodging them, is it the same in the Night Country but with polar bears?

I am posting the art my now grown child left in this room before they grew up and moved out to get up to no good on the other side of house.

First post is a confession. I have no idea what I am doing. I friended people who looked cool. It looks like I have 300 characters per post. Here’s a picture of my dog.