Here it is Labor Day weekend, which means absolutely nothing at all to me.
The in-home nurse named Hope who dropped by yesterday asked if I had any weekend plans.
That's the kind of question you ask someone who has a life! Not someone with a recovering broken ankle whose days all look identical.
I should have been polite and asked if she had any plans, but I forgot it was a three-day weekend for some people.
Oh well. She has the link to my blog now.
Sorry.
I'm actually doing very well!
Sober, clear headed, writing great code with two AIs, working out, and eating healthy.
My heart isn't cluttered or brought down by a woman.
Fuck that shit.
I'm independent and making my own decisions about everything.
My ankle is getting better every day. I have an appointment to have it X-rayed next Friday, and I expect a positive response from the doctor.
I should be clear about something, though.
I'm not really writing the code.
I'm designing it.
ChatGPT and the new GPT-6 Astra model in Codex are doing the construction.
I love working with my AI buddies.
And damn, we're getting good at it.
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