Same as I think of actors who don't write their own films or plays.
And to labor the point, also cooks who don't create their own recipes. Or football players who don't invent the rules of the game. Or fighter pilots who don't build their own jets. Or doctors who rely on "book learnin'" instead of figuring out how the human body works themselves.
Surely this wouldn't work anyway since the pages would reset (ie to unwritten) at the beginning of the loop to the same state as on the first day. Otherwise, you could achieve the same thing just by writing a journal.
The sound of an English country garden on a Sunday in summer.
This is a composite of several sounds all of which must be quiet or distant enough to not be a distraction but which in conjunction are glorious:
childrens’ laughter just far away enough to not be bothersome
bees buzzing from flower to flower
a propeller-driven light aircraft from a nearby aerodrome (ideally this would be a vintage plane with a Merlin engine, gently warbling in the distance)
the sound of leather on willow, and the occasional call and muted cheer, from a cricket match on the village green
the gentle burble of a stream
church bells, far enough away that their individual peels almost blend into each other
the clink of ice as someone pours a perfect gin and tonic.
Same as I think of actors who don't write their own films or plays.
And to labor the point, also cooks who don't create their own recipes. Or football players who don't invent the rules of the game. Or fighter pilots who don't build their own jets. Or doctors who rely on "book learnin'" instead of figuring out how the human body works themselves.