The new printer likes to be switched on all the time, so it can report on me to its masters. Yesterday evening, I had a thought. The phone is also connected to the new printer. So I hunted down a collage app on the phone, set an A4 size, guessed at some borders, assembled four photos and sent them from my phone in the living room to the printer upstairs in the office. And promptly forgot about it. Before bed, I went into the office to take my watch off and there was one page in the printer containing four photos perfectly sized for notebook pages. Cut up and pasted in now.
This is under the heading of “phone as tool.” This new printer will also arrange for me to be sent ink as I need it, so I should never run out again. I’m sure anyone else reading this is wondering why I am so pleased with this, unless they too have been known to fill six notebooks in a year and they too are so terminally frazzled that they know full well they forget stuff all the time.
I only want to be using my phone as a tool. It’s a lethal distraction device, as everybody knows, and I’d rather it was a Swiss Army knife.
Going into my Kindle collections, I see that I have started a lot of books this year, but have finished maybe 20. That’s terrible. Plans for 2024.