Ok, boomer Agreed, dark ager.

Hmm. Interesting, indeed. Now please excuse me while I, once again, sacrifice my own bodily fluids on the modern-age altar of fertility which has been optimized over ages and ages into the convenient shape of a… sock.

We Interrupt This Programme
(Yeah, I’m oldschool like that)

I’m getting a sort of buffer underrun when doing routine so I’ll always try and make trivial tasks or busywork faster, more efficient, or superfluous through process design. When I cannot do that, I’ll listen to music or podcasts, that helps somewhat.
The main drawback of this condition is that many employers think I simply “like to work” and bury me in even more busywork.

Now show Uranus.

I remember ice-skating every winter as a kid. Rivers were frozen over solid, too. Sometimes, there were two separate layers of ice on top of each other, each being several cm thick. It kind of went away in the late 90s. I guess everybody just thought the ice and snow would return someday. Now even snow has gotten really, really rare where I live.

Wow, Bruce Springsteen looks a lot rougher than he did just a few days ago.

Hungry hungry hippos.

Somewhere I’ve read that it takes at least 45 minutes to mentally detach from work. For me, that usually just means having different thoughts, but to stop all thoughts, I’ll have to exercise my body rather furiously.