Oh you may think you’re thinking, but can you prove you’re not a Boltzmann brain?

Reaching the end of the working day in my dreams.

😟

Me too, but there’s also the inevitable silent “you talked over the top of me to the point where I had to do it back to you just to participate in the conversation! Look what you’ve done!”

I don’t think many of us are that subtle. Certainly not me.

Larry Niven, sci-fi writer. He wrote about an alien species whose females were only as intelligent as animals. Then, in a different story, a second species. Then a third. By that stage I didn’t think it was entirely about the worldbuilding anymore.

I try to remember the little things I like about going to work. Drinking the good coffee I keep there. Chatting with people in the office. Driving home through the summer weather at the end of the day.

Read a history book.