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The Benefit of Automating Everything

Today I woke up to the alarm I set on my phone. My bedroom curtains opened automatically, triggered by the alarm. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. On my mirror, which has a 40" LCD hidden behind it, I saw my agenda and noticed that one of my coaching clients had booked a session for Monday.

I made myself some tea, packed my bag, and headed out to the airport. As I left, my door and security door locked themselves, my water heater turned off (valve and power), the thermostat adjusted its setpoints, and the lights turned off. I hit one button and my vacuum left its dock and started vacuuming.

In that half hour, a lot of things happened automatically.

I haven't tracked it, but I'm guessing that having my curtains open automatically makes me get out of bed faster. It's much easier to pop out of bed when the sun is streaming in than when room darkening curtains are drawn. Let's say that saves me five minutes.

Early On a Sunday Morning: Cats? Heck Yeah!

On Where Pianos Roam

I've been thinking lately about cats.  They're probably my favorite animals.  Not only are they cute, but they purrr when you touch them.  They're furry, soft, and oh so sweet.  They even bury their own poop!  How amazing is that?

I grew up with cats in my house.  Family had a pet cat named Bambi for many years.  She was beautiful, but honestly, she was mean as hell.  Even all of our dogs were scared of her.  NO ONE messed with her.

At one point when we were younger, my older sister, older brother, and I slept in the same room.  One night, my sister was taunting her and jumped into bed to hide under the covers.  My brother was already tucked in for the night, but the overhead light was still on.  My sister was too scared of Bambi to get up and turn off the light so she asked me if I could do it.  I had a bad feeling about it, but I got up anyway.  The light switch was right by the foot of my bed.  I got up to turn it off, and the very second that I did.  Bambi ATTACKED!!!

She brutally scratched my entire left arm and shoulder.  I must have screamed bloody terror because my parents came running into my room immediately. 

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