Sunday at 565 Internet beat time, pre-dawn

Predawn and writing at home. Typing the blog entry rather than using handwriting. The best way to accomplish handwriting recognition, that one found, is to run it through the AI chatbot engine. It is good and accurate often. So that replaced my Moleskine smartpen for a lot of reasons. The main one is that one doesn't like to write with ink‑paste ballpoint on paper with that smartpen. Rather, one prefers liquid ink to write and one of the 100 fountain pens. Yesterday one took a journey to the edgy commercial district with the weird people. One wanted to sit in a shop and observe. The server almost forgot about my iced tea drink, but then he brought it, and one felt pleased. The shop was filled to capacity. The new customers couldn't dwell since the seating area was in use by people who used the shop as their living room. Neighbor's cat, whom one adopted and whom adopted one, has moved to Hawaii, one believes. The neighbors seem to spend most of their time on that island. Sad to lose the comfort of the half‑wild cat, but glad to be rid of the neighbors. They always return to partake of our nice weather in spring. Maybe the cat will return with them. They aren't smart about cats since they like dogs. Today's plan is for another trip to the south part of the state for seeing friends. We will meet at a midway point to our homes. One will travel by train. Looking forward to the journey, though sitting with strangers on the train causes one anxiety. One attempted to upgrade the return journey to business class. Will return by this afternoon to home.