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A Fretful Sunday

Well, the day wasn't completely fretful (behaving in a way that shows you are unhappy or uncomfortable). I felt weary and lacking power. I didn't sleep well, and the early morning wake-up was not something I wanted to remember. 

Anyway, we started the day by watching an episode of "Dexter, and then Ági ran some household chores, and I studied with the help of ChatGPT. I asked AI to create short stories that could help me expand my vocabulary and three sentences that I had to rewrite, and it could check for grammar, syntax, and semantics and provide feedback on how to enhance my English so that it could sound more natural. (What a sentence length, oh my, oh my...) I was quite pleased with my performance, as was AI, and I even could write coherent sentences that it didn't have to rewrite. I was chuffed to bits.

When I finished my class with AI, I went down to the kitchen to prepare lunch. I made spaghetti with tuna, and boy, was it delicious? After lunch, I gave Ági a foot massage, and upon finishing it, I nodded off for almost 20 minutes. I shouldn't have to. Since then, I've been trying to pull myself together. During the 4k afternoon walk, I was like a sleepwalker. I could have fallen asleep at every step.

When we returned home, I wanted to study before taking Abby for her evening walk, but I had no energy left. Somehow all my energy reserves became depleted after the afternoon slumber. I tried to drink some Isostar, but it didn't help. Anyway, I knew I had to do something about it, so after accepting Ági's offer that she takes Abby for the walk, I popped up to my little office and worked out. But during the training, I felt like an old sloth on sedatives. It was a self-inflicted torture. But, despite all the tribulations I caused myself, I was proud of myself for finishing the session. Interestingly, it still couldn't replenish my batteries.

This is just one of those days...

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