My feet hurt. Fun stuff. Maybe about Bertie. He, is my muse. chortles. My writer missed an apostrophe. He can't see where. I've pointed it out to him. Maisies should be Maisie's. Can't stop picking. I vowed to never pick my heel skin again 2 minutes ago. Now I can't stop picking. I don't want my writer to look at it. I need a new face wipe. I'm picking right now. Now I'm not. My writer has a meeting to get to. I remind him. But we're snuggling, I highlight. My husband writer joins his meeting. Incredibly American. What's this for? I ask. My writer responds that it's a Claude AI Office Hours. My heels hurt.