Cold and soon it all begins but the buzzing of the mower won’t stop buzzing out and carrying through the air and into my window which right now I need to leave open as there’s a bit of a moisture building of the up on the other side so air needs to pass through so as to dry the moisture as I’m too lazy to go and get a towel. Closing the window does not solve the issue of the mower and so the only thing I can do is wait it out in the hopes that it ends sooner rather than later. It is too early in the morning for this kind of activity, even though it isn’t too early at all. I just want to claim it is as that makes me feel better and more superior about my ability to be pretend to be superior in some way.
And now it has stopped and of course the day can resume. It is no long being pulled apart by some cutting, buzzing sound that seems to exist only in order to break the peace and bring in a sense of disturbance into this planet we refer to as the planet on which we just so happen to live on whilst it travels in some sort of manner that we understand in some other manner, I think.
With that all being said, of course there are things to do and I am just the person to do them. Will I do them? Maybe. It still is too early in the day to tell if there will be any progress made. However, I do know that there will be the doing of some things, but they may not be the things of which I want to do. I guess that is the way some things go, as opposed to all things. If it were all things, then I don’t know. I do know that so long as that buzzing decides to not come back and crackle out into the air and reach for my window, then I’m going to have a fine day as I don’t need to go out there and yell at the sound in order to get it to stop.
Of course, if that does indeed become the case, then I’ll still probably just stay inside and be a little bit miffed about having to briefly tolerate something that I don’t want to deal with. Sometimes that is the way things go, but them’s the breaks and I’m sure that eventually, given enough time I’ll be able to survive. Of course I’d just rather be out and away from the city right now, but work demands that I stay firmly planted in my residence at the moment as there needs to be the doing of the things there, as well as the dealing with the inquiries from customers who have them and of course that gets money which helps me eat, so that needs to be addressed.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:12:39
Kind of fast. Kind of rambling. Kind of merely okay… maybe.
Written at home.