I may need to pour my second coffee into my eyes.

Curbside collection is on again so it’s like Bartertown out on them streets.

My favourite iPhone 16 pro camera feature, after upgrading from the 14 pro, is the ability to apply portrait mode after I’ve taken a photo.

Three weeks of interval running and my VO₂ max is back up in the average zone according to my Apple Health.

Feels good 💪

I’m convinced there’s a Spotify admin who randomly unsaves albums I’ve saved just to mess with my head.

It’s the Truman Show of music services.

A 5am wake up for a workout has knobs on it. But, once you’ve done it, it feels like you’ve robbed a bank.

Daylight savings starts.

Me: I’ll just adjust a few meeting times so things don’t move around unexpectedly for folks.

Calendars everywhere explode.

Industry season three was a belter.

Me emerging from the cave where I spent the last day setting up my new phone and watch.

I hope the airport chaplain isn’t going on the plane I’m about to board to perform an exorcism.

Nothing says it’s writing end-of-year manager reviews time like working at the kitchen table while listening to the Doom Eternal game soundtrack.

Sure, reducing my hire car excess to $0 cost me a kidney, but now I can close my eyes and let the wind flow through my hair like Nick Cage each time I park this thing.

I doff my cap to the three blokes crushing 7am pints in the departure lounge.

Sales person’s cold emails are getting closer to the edge.

I think, “how can these machines replace the glittering beauty of the human mind?” and then I board a flight and watch three people try to sit in the same seat and someone else attempt to fit a Mini Cooper in the overhead luggage hold.