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| What’s a person supposed to write about every day? The little prompt comes up in my email: [Reminder] Update Your Blog. With what? I ask myself some days. Next day it’s back, and I think it has an attitude. I’m not dumb; I can read between the lines. [Reminder] Update your blog. Doesn’t matter if you don’t have anything to say. Obey. Type. Make words, stupid human! Fine: I’ll take a stab at it so I don’t take a stab at my computer screen. @---@---@ You ever wake up tired? Like, more tired than when you went to bed? Sure you have; I reckon everyone does. It’s been a whole week of that for me. Couple of weekends ago we got to go see my ailing mother-in-law, a woman I love like my own mother. But she lives an hour away, and there's always something to help with rather than just visit. And I also had a dozen thisnthat’s to do once we got home. You know, I gotta dust this shelf; I need to do that laundry. (I once heard laundry compared to malignant prolific mushrooms that will start growing out of the basket and up the hall if your turn your back on it for a second. Laundry and medical bills: the gifts that keep on taking.) After the busy, low-sleep weekend, the week was consumed by gottaminutes. Everybody’s familiar with those, too. You’re working at your desk, and a shape looms into the doorway: “Hey, you got a minute?” Half a face appears around the doorjamb: “You got a minute?” The boss stops by. “Trust me; for me, you gottaminute.” I once told a lady who works in my department that one of her tasks would be gottaminutes. She looked at me skeptically at the time, wondering what in the world I was talking about, but now she understands it all too well and agrees that it should be part of a job description! And if all that wasn’t enough, my binge of Downton Abbey came to an end until I can see the latest movie.  One can get rest on the weekend, right? Nope! Discovered a crack in the living room window and had to replace it. We’ll talk about that ordeal on another day; for now, suffice it to say there was no feeling of festivity in the air. It took two and a half days to get the old one out and the new one in; and the inside isn’t even insulated and buttoned back up completely yet! Everybody has chores and projects like this, but here's the unfunny joke about the whole thing: once we demolished half a wall to get the window out, we realized it was only cracked on the inside pane, and the whole project could have waited until next year in the spring or summer! @---@---@ So here I am now, another week almost gone and the email prompt getting surlier and surlier: [Reminder] Update Your Blog or I Will Start Rumors About You and Vladimir Putin. Let me summarize, then: I’m tired, like 90% of the rest of the planet. I’m grouchy and tired of being cyberbullied by an irksome AI. I’m broke, hungry, and need another cup of coffee. And I’m now late for work. That’s what’s going on with me for people to read about. You happy now, Cyberprompter? [Reminder] Watch Your Tone, Human; You’re On Thin Ice. |
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