After finishing my A-list binge-watching, I had to decide what would be the least painful next way to pass the time in the loop we’re all stuck in, Groundhog Day revisited, where every day is the same, is the same, is the same.

I thought about logging on to an online dating service, which would be another place to ply my borderline creative writing skills, given that there would be no pressure to meet anyone in person, although anyone with whom you corresponded would have a lot of time to search the Internet to uncover all your lies, I mean half-truths, I mean exaggerations. It would be akin to a prisoner with a pen pal, who also is a prisoner, so there wouldn’t be any conjugal visits, though you might get a fruit cake with a face mask baked inside.

I decided to adopt a less drastic way to change things up. Every day, when getting on my computer for whatever important purpose, whether it be to get the latest update on Tom Hanks’s health or learn how to start a hydroponic garden in my bathroom so I don’t have to go to the grocery, I sit in a different chair. Once I spend a day in each of the chairs, I’ll start over, but first will rearrange the chairs, close my eyes and spin around, thereby sufficiently confusing myself so that each chair will now seem like a new and wonderful experience.