I lay on the couch for most of the day, well, morning. Ah, well, what else is Friday for, I ask you? 

This generation of AI images for my blog is taking some time, very time consuming, it is, but also fun. Well, kind of fun. I just have to remember it doesn't all have to be done at once. Of course, I should be re-writing my blog entries as I go too, and while there has been a bit of that, it would take so much longer if I did.

Am I wasting my time, doing this for old blogs? Shrug. Probably. Nyr!

Sam quizzed me about going to the gym. "What happened to the gym?"

"Nothing, as far as I know."

"Exactly," he said. "Cancel your membership."

Oh, he's probably right, but I intend to go, I'm just not feeling it right now.

"Not since New Year," said Sam.

In the afternoon I made bolognese sauce. I make a great bolognese sauce. I pretend my name is Despina, I mumble a few words in Italian, and off I go. A bit of role play while you cook is good, to be encouraged even. Ha, ha.

Just waiting for my 20 year old son, Nico, to come home from soccer. (Perhaps, I should dress Charlie up in soccer gear and throw some mud at him)

That was Friday. It was hot and grey. Sounds like a sexy pensioner. Oo, I'm trying not to conjure that mental image. Oh, too late.