Arthur froze. It was his wife, Linda. She was holding a cup of coffee and looking at him with a mixture of pity and confusion. He was straddling a Honda lawnmower in tight leather pants, revving an invisible throttle.
This version is riddled with conflicts. I want to be spontaneous, but my Google Calendar is full. I want to learn a new language, but I’m too tired after work to do anything but scroll through streaming services I don’t even like. Midlife Crisis Version 0.34
4.5 Digital-era Findings