Iterated Recursion Frame

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There's so many things you could do today...

Maybe a schedule would work out?

Ok no. That's so much effort. If you tried to schedule anything, wouldn't it all fall apart? That goes against the whole JOY of being here! Unless the schedule is that rough one you have in your head for who you know is doing what when.

You give your little cat plush a pat and make a kissie face at the Miku figure as you jostle around the things on the top shelf to decide what to grab; the bag of chisels feels like too much effort right now, but your hand finds some of your needles and thread. Maybe you can work on improving other artsy stuff! What a good plan if you say so yourself. Embroidery's always been pretty interesting to look at. It can't be that much different from how you mend clothes.

...

Ok.

Maybe it is kind of different.

That looks like ass.

You can't believe you passed a whole hour fucking up your skirt! It's whatever. You can try again tomorrow. Maybe a different skill for fun would be easier...

Ohhh! Maybe you could try skateboarding to her house. You know she's on summer break since there's no school for her to be teaching. You've been at her house in previous loops.

You grab a long unused stakeboard and head outside to your driveway.

"Ember, are you alright?"

Your neighbor, Mrs. Matin, stands over you now that she's dropped her watering can to run and check on you.

Well. You need to decide if you wanna change your plans. It would be rude to not talk to her...

...

August 1st.

It's good to be back at this morning. After all, there's so much you can do! You hear the same birdsong that you're used to with the same intonation you absolutely adore. Maybe it's a chickadee? You forgot.

You throw on your clothes; the layers are somewhat impractical for summertime, but it's linen and cotton. You already know you won't sweat too much since you've been going out in this outfit on this exact date for... years? Centuries?

You never cared to keep track of how long you've been in this gift.

There's much to be done for both today and the next today and forevermore!

Maybe you could grab your chisel set and head to the woods, join random Discord's and see the problems, go and get a nice new haircut, garden with your neighbor, bother your friend, or... anything really! So many choices and infinite time!

Unfortunately though, you cannot just pick a new name for this day since you *are* known by some people who you might see. It's a shame.