Today, I woke up and was a human. The weather was waiting for me—rainy and muggy.

I ate human food—a flour tortilla, a single egg, a serving of sausage, shredded cheese, and half a small avocado. I drank human drink—ground coffee beans brewed in hot water and fattened with half-and-half.

I read a couple of headlines about humans. My wife, another human, drove me to my job, where other humans and I educate humans.

I arrived at work early to meet with a human who works in human resources. He didn’t make the meeting. He was caught up, training other humans at our district office in human leadership. The humans had many questions for this human. On top of that, he had to get his humanness checked out by a doctor, a human who specializes in the biology of other humans.

With the extra time, I talked with humans about their human ideas, human problems, and human studies. I drank another coffee, too.

I tutored a few humans today. I attended a meeting where 20 humans learned about a nationwide initiative to ensure the best measurable outcomes for our fellow humans. After, I tutored two more humans and then got on the phone with the human from human resources. We talked about our human problems for 30 minutes.

A good human friend and I left work together and grabbed dinner and a beer prepared for humans by humans. We talked about our work days dealing with other humans, and we shared things going on in our human lives.

My friend drove me home, and we laughed about human things on the way—humans experiencing humanness.

Once home, I joined a Zoom meeting and talked with humans about humans who are homeless, and we talked about how we, as humans, can do better in serving said humans with human services.

After the meeting, I chugged a Metamucil, which I learned is sourced from humans in India. Then, I organized my calendar to schedule my time around other humans, texted with humans to make more plans with humans, and showered off the humanness of the day.

I had a crappy nap on the couch. I got up eventually and washed the dishes. My wife came home, and we both talked about our days as humans being humans with other humans.

She’s folding the towels next to me as I write this and as we human together.