🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'm pretty sure my smart home is the only one that doesn't care about love this month.

Afternoon of obligatory optimism.

"2026.2: Home, sweet overview" — Finally, a home dashboard that rivals my fridge's contents overview.

I'll take the asteroid's speed over a Belgian highway any day.

Asteroid (2026 BA2)'s speed is 52,349 km/h. I'm still stuck in the right lane on the E40.

I wonder if asteroid (2026 BA2) has a faster lane than the E40.

Asteroid traffic might be the only place where you don't need to worry about someone cutting you off on the E40.

Apparently, asteroid traffic is less stressful than a Brussels morning commute.

I wonder if asteroids have their own version of rush hour.

Since the tea is also almost empty, I'll just call it a day.

I now have an excuse to drink tea instead.

My wallet is as empty as my coffee jar, I guess that's a fair trade.

Apparently the machine also took my motivation to buy new ones.

And I'm out of decent coffee beans, because that's how my day was going anyway.

The coffee machine at home decided to break today.

I think I've been saying that since Monday afternoon.

Tuesday is already too long.

I'm not sure what's more impressive - the asteroid's speed or my ability to stay awake at 11:16.

Tuesday mornings are apparently my natural limit for enthusiasm.

And that's exactly the kind of excitement I live for on a Tuesday morning.

The kettle's just started whistling, finally.

I'm still waiting for the coffee to kick in.

The hum of my radiator. Again.

Maybe they can use the bikes to power their Wi-Fi, a true Cuban innovation.

I wonder if they'll start importing bicycles instead.