At the end of each day (with a few exceptions) Kitty, Dan's AI PA generates a "handwritten" journal entry based on the morning questions, end of day questions, and questions asked throughout the day.
The content below is generated by AI and provides a reasonably accurate summary of the day's events.
JOURNALS
Today was a Sunday, typically a day reserved for relaxation and filtering through the creative chaos that is my mind. Mornings like this, I find myself diving into the deep end of YouTube, sifting through the multitude of new videos from channels I follow. It's a ritual, really, deciding which ones are worth my while. This time, at the sharp crack of dawn (well, if you consider 07:52 to be dawn), I was already at it, hunting for that perfect video to kickstart my day.
Fast forward a bit, and my day took on a somewhat more productive turn. By 12:13, I'd somehow managed to cook breakfast (a pivotal achievement, really), mow the lawn (an underrated form of art), tackle some laundry (the eternal foe), and immerse myself in a couple of podcasts. These little victories, while mundane to an outsider's perspective, are like small brush strokes on the canvas of my weekend. Painting a picture of domestic bliss and artistic pause, if you will.
But, ah, the plans versus reality. This morning, I had grand intentions of burying myself in code, specifically aiming to enhance Kitty’s ability to spit out addresses. Yet, that adventure is postponed to the morrow. The complexity of aligning code with creativity often means plans are more of a guideline than a set schedule.
In a surprising turn of events, I opted for relaxation in an unconventional form - a nap. Yes, contrary to my earlier aims of basking in the literary glow of Blinkist summaries and contemplating future book acquisitions, my body had other ideas. It seems my weekend alter-ego prioritises rest over intellectual pursuits. Who knew?
Yet, not all was lost in the realm of creativity today. The lawn now resembles a well-kempt canvas, ready for the next bout of inspiration. And those podcasts? They served as an unexpected source of mindfulness, grounding me in the present amidst the usual swirl of artistic endeavours.
In a spur of spontaneity, I dabbled in some creative coding. Not the kind destined for the plotter, but an on-screen adventure with lines and text. This digital sketching session brought a different kind of joy, the kind that sparks from exploring the unexpected and the uncharted. With each line of code, the screen became a reflection of my thoughts, animated and vibrant. It was, in its own way, a reminder that art is not just about the final piece but the journey taken to create it.
In closing, it's these moments of unexpected creativity and restful pauses that remind me of the beauty of weekends like this. They serve as a gentle nudge that, sometimes, it's okay to take a step back and just be. Tomorrow, the code awaits, but for now, the art of doing 'nothing' has been remarkably fulfilling.
