Alright, so where do I begin, other than at the beginning, thus expressing that I do know where to begin and am just wasting time in order to fulfill some sort of quota that does not matter in the grand scheme of things?
The heat is creeping in today. It is steady and apparent, but stealthy and hidden. I am aware of its presence but of course it will make itself more and more known and I will always be aware of it being here, but it will keep on creeping up and on the odd occasion I will probably realise that it is more prominent at that time of realising than it was during the previous time of realising. Such is the way of things and such is the way that today I will operate in my acknowledging of things. Perhaps better that way as it means that I’m focusing on other things. Would rather have the focus elsewhere other than on some sort of oppressive heat that, in the grand scheme of things, is not the worst thing that I could be experiencing right now.
Still, there is something something and therefore I will find the conclusion and place it in its right place. Maybe the heat will watch over me as I do this. Maybe the heat will continue to try and wrap itself around me whilst I do this. Maybe it just wants to embrace and show some sort of love and affection, but it needs to know that right now is not the time as I have other things to worry about and it’s an additional pressure that I don’t want to deal with, even though it’s not much of a pressure, now that I think about it.
So long as it does not get too hot, I should be fine. I will do my best t0o not complain about this and get on with getting on. Maybe there will be some sort of combining our forces and working to solve crimes. That would be fun. Well, maybe it would not, but maybe it would. I could go on adventures and all of that other stuff that crime stuff involving two unlikely protagonists pairing up to form a surprisingly effective team involves.
At the same time, that would mean having to do more and I want to do less. I don’t want to do more. I want to be able to do more relaxing and be lazy and sleep and maybe go for a swim and eat and so on and so forth, and getting involved in dangerous, yet somehow lucrative adventures is not something I want to do at the moment. Involves too much moving and…
I’m not sure as to where I’m going with this and I don’t think I want it to continue, so perhaps it is now time to wrap this bit of writing up and say that it was all planned ahead. It wasn’t, but I’m pretending it was planned.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:53:43
With this one I was typing quite quickly until somewhere in the second half where I slowed right down. Not overly fussed as I still had this written pretty quickly.
In terms of quality, I think this is worse than usual. There are some things in this that I think could work if they were expanded upon, but overall not good writing.
Written at home.