We had a few days of warmth and now it’s gonna back to being cold. It’s not bitingly cold, but much more refreshing as it feels less worrying than the warm days that we had. Still, there are plants to be watered and things that need the doing so as to be able to do the other things and the cycle continues on for some sort of grand eternity of which I can neither fathom nor comprehend, though I guess in this particular sentence those two words could quire easily be used interchangeably so I’m not sure as to why I used both of them and not one or the other. Oh well.
So I think today is going to stay cold. Of course I don’t know for sure. I could just check the weather report but to be honest I don’t want to. I want to wait and see. I don’t want the temperature to be spoiled for me. If it doesn’t get spoiled, then it’s more of a surprise throughout the day, assuming I do leave my room more than a few times, of which I likely won’t so there is a good chance that unless I do check the weather report I will not find out what the temperature will be later as my bedroom is quite good at maintaining a cold or warm temperature throughout the day, regardless of how much the temperature outside does or does not shift which of course has its own set of problems, such as the room of the bed being rather cold right now and I’d much rather it be less cold. That’s not to say that I want my bedroom to be warm as I do not. I must want it to be less cold than it is right now.
At the end of the morning, however, that’s only a small thing in the grand scheme of things. There are far worse things to worry about at this present moment. There are other things that I need to consider that do not involve the temperature of the room I refer to as the bedroom that is the room of beds that I specifically inhabit at this present moment, but I’m going to ignore those things in favour of paying attention to how cold the room of resting that I refer to as a room of beds that currently contains one bed, hence the name bedroom and not bed room as bed room would probably imply that there is room for a bed, of which there is, but the room is not measured in how many beds it can fit, but rather in different forms of measurement.
So there must be a way to warm up this particular area of space and walls and tiles and a ceiling, among an assortment of other items, but I think that, now that I’ve hit this point in my life I’ll just put on a few more clothes and warm up that way.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:23:20
This is rather silly and more aimless than usual, but it came quickly and it felt really smooth to write. Despite it being average at best, I’m satisfied with the result.
Written at home.