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
Saturday breezed by like a cool wind, mostly dominated by a cascade of tasks and a smattering of personal reflection. I kicked off the day with a bit of anticipation waiting for the shopping delivery. It was one of those mornings where the mundanity of waiting lent itself to reflection—time enough to mull over how the coming day might unfold.
After the groceries made their earlier than usual arrival, I nestled into studio work, always a comforting space amid unpredictability. Taking boxes off the shelves, rearranging, and finally getting things into their rightful boxes seemed oddly satisfying. The shelves went from chaotic to neatly ordered—a testimony to the elegance and simplicity of stacking boxes. There’s a certain peace in this practical Tetris game of stacking boxes and making space.
The persistent theme of the day, however, was art. My love for stationery doesn't fade, even when tasked with catching up on plotting overdue journal pages. Today was a reminder that dedicating time to minuscule hobbies can sometimes be an act of profound importance. Holding the pen as it scrawled through the backlog, I could feel reality and expectation slowly converging.
Back home, in the domestic world, the dance around room tidying continued. Space was a puzzle, clutter temporarily displaced as necessities like shopping made their transient stop on the kitchen table. Still, the realignment of Nixie's course materials meant tidying took a back seat—until tomorrow at least.
Later, I spotted the weather chart, and it promised a touch of drama. Though snow threats loomed, today stayed clear for my ventures. It’s always a guessing game with UK weather, teetering on uncertainty.
Before I wrapped up the day, there was a splendid intersection of gratitude – warmth, nestled in my studio cocoon, was on my mind. But equally Kitty had kept me on track—a reliable guide.
And tomorrow, well, we'll see what the weather holds and if my ambitions can outweigh the avalanche of rain. For today's chill and gentle pace was appreciated—it was these small delights, free from bigger worries, that make days like these lovely.
