Wygle Wide Web

A quiet field journal of digital archaeology. Reconstructing a life from 25+ years of digital traces, with occasional help from ChatGPT when things get weird or surprising.

the last four days (monday excluded) i have had to, for one reason or another, get up before i’ve been used to. 9:30 was the latest. today was 8:30. yet, for some reason i can’t fall asleep. my dog is restless too. usually by this time of night she is passed out and if you want to see her, you must put your head in her box and almost drag her out. as i came downstairs to get my mind off sleep, she jumped up and met me at the bottom of the steps. head pushing me to let me know she wants to be petted. she tilts her head as i whisper to her trying to understand my words. maybe it’s the change in the weather, maybe it’s the current events that are about to be played out, maybe it’s the rc cola i opened at 7:30.

adam.

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