A fitness plan that rebuilds itself when you fall behind
Give Muse the goal. It builds a phased plan as a living document, tracks connected health data, notices when life gets in the way and rewrites the plan instead of guilt-tripping you.
Emails the office, leaves a voicemail, fills new-patient paperwork, gets confirmation, and adds it to the calendar.
Community-reported results. Success rates appear after 10 approved reports. Copies are deduplicated per visitor each day. Starter workflows have not been independently tested.
Emails the office, leaves a voicemail, fills new-patient paperwork, gets confirmation, and adds it to the calendar.
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Handle this medical admin task end to end: email the doctor's office, leave a voicemail if needed, fill out the new-patient paperwork, and get the confirmation. Report back when it's done.
Review what the agent will be allowed to touch: browse the web, submit forms and bookings, read email you connect, read and modify your calendar. Ask Muse to show its plan and pause before anything that spends money, sends a message or changes an account.
Reported by @armand_ruiz on X (original post). Collected by the open-source EveryAI Muse field guide under the MIT licence. Sundog has not tested this workflow; results people report here appear on this page.
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Give Muse the date, headcount and vibe. It plans a scaled menu, remembers who cannot eat what, builds the prep timeline and drafts every invitation for your approval.
An agent keeps one running ledger of everything in flight in your life and re-reads the full list every 8 hours, looking only for staleness. Nothing you promised ever quietly dies, and you carry none of it in your head.