Bedbound Sunday

This was the first thing ChatGPT came up with when I asked it to make a caricature of me. The main problem with it is that I’m wearing the inventory calculator around my waist, and I do not work at the inventory service anymore. Also, my hair is growing rapidly, and it’s longer than that now. So I told ChatGPT that I no longer work at the inventory company and that I’m working with children with autism. My hair is longer, and don’t forget my sewing and my cats. 

Speaking of inventory, Kevin went Corpus Christi this morning for work and will be there until Friday. They hired a young man to replace me who worked most of last week, but this young man didn’t show up to go to Corpus. 

I stayed in bed most of the day. I had my first appointment with the new therapist, and it went ok. I just gave her a brief rundown of my past. 

I did one errand, for toilet paper and a prescription. It was a lazy day. I watched a couple of shows. I’m watching Versailles, which is a drama about King Louis XIV. There’s not much to report here. New job is going well. I just have to get out of the headspace of working in a daycare, because it’s not daycare.