The joys of having a day off led to a lot of not very much getting done, but sometimes it’s better that way, when you think about it.

However, it is not better right now. There still is a lot that I need to do before the end of the day and there is little time in which getting things done remains. I have, as they say… procrastinated. It has been glorious.

And yet, there is so much I could have already done with the time I have been afforded on this very fine day, but I haven’t done much of anything as the joys of illness overrule all. I am ill, it sucks, blah blah blah. You get the picture.

I guess this piece is about writing, or something. Well, maybe it is, maybe it is not. I am not yet sure as to what the result will be and if you’ve gotten this far, well, there’s still a bit to go, so just bear with me.

I’m waiting for the rain to come along and release itself all over the suburbs. The scene is one of beauty and it’s one that I’ve seen from many a place many a time. I do have to admit, however, that I miss seeing heavy rain from when I was living in Glebe.

I was on a hill and it was just pleasant to watch the rain fall from where I lived. It was pleasant to see it fall whilst standing or sitting in the front doorway. I don’t miss those times, but I do miss that place, despite how dirty it was.

However, the place I’m in now allows for better light and  a better household. It also allows for a better backyard and it is still pleasant to watch the rain fall from the sky and onto the lawn. It’s a nice place and I’m pretty chuffed with how things are going.

Hopefully the rain will soon fall in large quantities and I will be able to watch it hit the lawn and hit parts of the front porch. It will be pleasant, but the watching cannot go on for too long as there are things that I need to get done by the end of the day. I should start taking care of stuff sooner rather than later.

Still, it’s a nice day and it’s decent enough to sit back and relax as much as I can, for the time being at least.

Soon I shall be working like a bee, or something to similar effect. There will be the doing of the completing and not the other way around, as that would cause some serious issues, or something.

Either way, soon the rain will come, or maybe it won’t. Maybe it was a false promise that I made to myself as I expected something to happen, but all that was was just a passing moment that I read too much into.

Well, it will always rain another day.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:31:88

Well, it is yet to rain and I’m still at my desk.

The writing that was produced is merely okay.

Written at home.