No ideas, no plans. Going straight through the whole thing, however.
Might do a bit today. Might do a little. Currently trapped in the hose by the fall of the rain, however. Gotta sit through the rain. Might mean there might be a bit of reading. What an exciting planning that is ahead of me. Quite exciting, and rather yes.
Still, I’d much rather that this rain does not rain on my parade today. There’s gardening that needs to be done and I don’t quite feel like working in the rain, though I probably will at least do a little bit of working in the rain as there is stuff that needs to be taken care of, and all of that other stuff that goes along with taking care of things that involve gardens and backyards.
Anyway, I’m inside and I’m feeling a little bored and to be honest that’s not a bad position to be in as I still get to be in a position of comfort. I get to be comfortable and bored, though realistically I’m not actually bored as I’m doing things, though perhaps it would be better to be bored…
Anyway, this is rather annoying as my plans are ruined. I don’t want to curse the rain, but I shall be grumpy about it and how dare anyone try to tell me otherwise. I’m allowed to be grumpy about what I want and I am going to exercise that right until I don’t feel like exercising it anymore. Keeps me going, but so does the desire to eat and there is a desire to eat as well as a mild grumpiness, though that’s more to do with sleep than it is the rain.
So anyway, now that I’ve got that out of the way, I need to get the next thing out of the way which is whatever the next thing that needs to be getting out of the way of my vicious charged needs to be. I think it might be the act of writing. Writing needs to get out of the way so that there can be even more writing. More writing means more creating and creating and spending time creating is a thing that is something that can be done, so doing it is indeed what I will choose to do. Need to stop slowing down and speed back up, but instead of charging perhaps I just want to appreciate the scenery of which I am surrounded by; walls, a window that lets me look out to a fence and a wall and a roof, and a bit of light above me.
Actually, I’m just going to go outside and charge around in the rain. That would be much more fun, I think. More cathartic and all that. Then again, would need to dry up pretty quickly when I get back inside. Don’t quite feel like doing that at the moment.
I think I’ll stay inside instead and try to work on stuff.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:20:59
This feels like I was warming up for writing. Kind of was, kind of wasn’t.
It’s a bit… it’s okay, but as always, it could be much better.
Written at home.