One of those days where your dad sends you YouTube video of a commercial from the seventies and you have to spiral through a conversation with a chatbot about the American democracy being held hostage by late stage capitalism before you can get back to doing your work for the day, all the while knowing that this particular work will in all likelihood be automated sometime in the near future, but you’ve got a family to provide for, so you really just have to keep grinding til you die. But along the way you can make time to stare at the wildflowers, pet your cat, and laugh at some comedy, and somehow that tips the scales enough to keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other I suppose.
Bartender, can I get an Arnold Palmer? I’ve still got work to do.