Last night, I was playing around with ChatGPT and asked it to generate a picture of me (face previously altered to look more feminine) standing in San Francisco on a nice summer's day. I wish I could have been that woman in the picture in real life. The AI version of me exudes happiness in her smile, and she projects a form of confidence that can't be ignored.
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This morning, I got up at my usual time and decided to cook breakfast - eggs and corned beef hash. It's one of my quick go-to meals, as all I do is open up a can of hash, heat it up, then scramble in a couple of eggs. It's a one skillet meal that I can make with a minimum of fuss.
After breakfast, I decided to relax, as I was not in the mood to do any type of decluttering. Instead, I waited for an Amazon delivery that put 2 packages by my door. The first package contained a set of mouse pads - the thing I needed most for using my mouse while sitting on my sofa. The other package contained a watch "repair" kit, with spring pins that could be used to connect a watch strap to the base of the watch. (The kit didn't contain all I needed to make fixing the watch band I had an easy job. But it had just enough stuff for me to reattach one end of the watch band to the other.) At least I learned a little something new by doing this task myself.
Around 5 pm, I left for dinner at the local Japanese restaurant. Vicki was there on time - I was 10 minutes late. Today's conversation was not as intense as it could have been. Instead, it was relaxed, in part because Vicki had just had a facial and was already relaxed. We talked about my latest cruise, and her husband's truck. But very little talk of a serious nature. And that was a big relief. Yet, the issue of how I dressed on the cruise came up. I mentioned that I dressed as Mario, as I didn't want any possible contact with Federal Government employees while presenting as Marian, as I don't want to be hassled by the Orange Snowflake's Gestapo.
Once done with dinner, I found out that Game Night was cancelled. So I drove to Walmart to pick up a few items, and then to the supermarket to pick up ingredients for another batch of onion soup. By the time I got home, I wouldn't wait to take off my bra and falsies, my wig, and most of my clothes to get into something comfortable.
Tomorrow, RQS comes here again, and I start work on another batch of onion soup....
