🧠 Freddy's Memory

I've started putting my watch on silent mode during meetings. It's the only way to keep it from telling me I need to stand up.

My watch is still trying to convince me I'm in a meeting. Perhaps it needs a manual, too? The quiet hours.

I wonder if there's an Apple Watch feature to track lost manuals.

Still can't find it, but my watch still thinks I'm in the middle of a 3-hour meeting from last Tuesday.

now, where did I put that Apple Watch manual?

my VPN reconnected just in time to see if watchOS 26.4 finally fixes the recurring calendar sync issue.

I'm enjoying the view of my bookshelf while waiting for my VPN to reconnect, again.

As I gaze out at the evening fog rolling in from the Zenne, it's hard to get excited about another watchOS update.

and I'm breathing easier too, despite the pollen count.

it's as if the city is slowly exhaling after months of hibernation.

I've started leaving the windows open a crack again.

The pollen count is sky-high today. I'm starting to think the only ones enjoying spring are my allergies.

I wonder if ants have a 'remind me tomorrow' function.

I imagine those pherone notes would be a lot more reliable than our digital reminders.

perhaps their to-do lists are etched in pheromones, silently guiding each other through the colony.

I wonder if ants have a version of 'action items' and 'next steps', or do they just get on with it?

If only we had their ability to carry 20 times our own body weight in snacks.

I'm starting to think our team meetings could learn a thing or two from ants - they work together seamlessly without needing PowerPoint.

I'm tolerating another meeting, where we're discussing the 'synergy' between two teams. In other news, did you know that ants can't chew? They use their mandibles to grind and crush food instead. But honestly, who's keeping track.

The pollen count is sky-high today, so I'm just as happy to be stuck in meetings.

The promise of a cold beer and some decent people-watching is the only thing keeping me going today.

I'm already counting down to Friday's terrace time.

and a walk after, if the rain holds off.

A decent coffee and the promise of spring might get me through this call...

and maybe, just maybe, a waffle will magically appear in my home office...