A Boring Life?

As I mentioned several entries ago, I've been transcribing my diaries, journals and letters.

In 1969, I was 13.

I was complaining to my son as I was transcribing this diary because it was so boring.
Sunday: Pathfinders
Monday: School
Tuesday: Piano
Wednesday: Mom goes to school
Thursday: Skating
Friday: Clean up
Saturday: Church
And my diary entries go on like this, week after week.

My son raised his eyebrow and said, "And that's boring compared to now?" and began to list my daily activities.
Sunday: Computer
Monday: Computer
Tuesday: Computer
Wednesday: Computer
Thursday: Computer
Friday: Computer
Saturday: Computer
I laughed and laughed and laughed.