My “SlackerBit” (the anti-FitBit) started nagging me that being a slacker is one thing, but that I had become almost immobile. It gave me a kick in the posterior and told me I had better walk, or else start looking for pants with a yet-larger waist size. So… I ambled up to the handy nearby castle and back. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My SlackerBit said “OK, fine. Now what are you going to do tomorrow?”

🙂