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My days are getting better and better. Even though my energy level is still not as high as it used to be - thanks to COVID - I definitely feel fitter every day. However, the brain fog that prevents me from going back to one hundred per cent irritates me. Despite all my efforts to buckle down to do my homework Charlette gave me a month ago - for Jeff's sake, this is how long this nasty infection lasted - I can't focus more than ten or fifteen minutes before my mind finds itself in a thick fog. Ruddy interesting. Well, no, it is not interesting; it is vexing if I'm being completely honest.

Anyway, in order to preserve what is left of my sanity, I thought I'd entertain my little self with ChatGPT. I tried to ask AI to come up with a syllabus considering my topics of interest - I defined almost thirty topics - and the lesson formats I invented. My input turned out to be thorough, but its complexity was beyond its capabilities. It took me five painful dialogues with it to create the first lesson, considering the requested lesson format. When I finally managed to coax it, the initial version of the subsequent lesson - I tried one more - was even worse than the first version of the lesson. Consequently, ChatGPT is a fantastic pioneering technical achievement, but it is not ready to deal with more complex tasks in the long run. It gets confused easily and can't remember the details from the beginning of the conversation. Anyway, at least I practised some English. The interaction with a large language model was certainly beneficial because, as its description states, ChatGPT is a large language model. As such, it can easily understand written texts, reflect on them, and provide anyone with ample text variations, synonyms, corrections, and suggestions on how to improve one's written English.

And now for something completely different: the weather. This little foretaste of spring in January feels good; however, it's not natural. It should be freezing cold outside with snow. According to the latest weather forecast, next week will bring back winter for a while. The highest temperature will be around -4°C, which is adequate for January. Anyway, the bright hours are longer, even though by minutes, but this is promising and portends the end of winter.

Unfortunately, after one more episode, the show is over. The One Foot in the Grave, one of the best British sitcoms, came to an end, and we are not happy about it. It is such a brilliant series. The characters are perfect for their roles, and the performance of the actors and actresses is perfect. I wish they would produce more quality series today instead of all the crappy series. We will miss Mr and Mrs Meldrew, Mrs Warboys, Patrick and Pippa, and Mr Swayney.
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