Cat Daddy has treated me to one of those Oura fitness tracker rings. As well as monitoring all sorts of things such as sleep and heart rate, it also looks unbelievably cool.
Setting up these electronic devices is always easy when it works, less easy when it doesn’t, and downright bloody impossible when you have a cat clambering all over you and being a massive shite.
Can you guess in which of the above categories I belong? Go on, take your time.
Because the Oura ring charger isn’t the standard USB-sized one that we all know, I had to go into the kitchen to hunt for Cat Daddy’s MacBook charger which fits. Louis Catorze followed me, screaming and screaming. Then, when it was time to pair my ring with the app via Bluetooth, the little sod lost his shit completely, climbing up my body and demanding to be held.
So I had to complete the set-up process standing up, using one hand only and holding Catorze with the other. Luckily he is small enough for me to be able to do so. And, equally luckily, the bit of the Oura ring that monitors stress levels hadn’t had a chance to kick in at that point, otherwise my baseline reading would have gone rocketing through the roof.
Have I made the right decision, deciding to embark upon weeks, months and years of being told exactly how many times something pisses me off or wakes me up in the night?
No need to wonder what this something might be, of course. We already know.
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