Late start. Not what I intended, but this is the hand that I am dealing myself and this is the and that I will play to myself.
I want to get up and dance, but obligation holds me in place and so there will be no getting up for a little while, at least. Well, that is until I need to get up which will be soon. Oh, how I look forward to getting up and stretching my legs and doing some things followed by some more things. It will be an exciting time and I will feel alive, or at least something. Something will be felt. Not sure what that something is and don’t care to find out until the event that is standing up and walking away occurs.
Maybe it will be an exceptional need to go to the bathroom, but that is something that I will worry about when I get there. For now what everything is is focusing on what is in front of me and doing the things and engaging in a range of motions so as to be able to fulfill duties as required by me to ensure my survival continues, but of course that all too is stuff to worry about at another point in time.
Right now I sit here and I sit here and wait for things to happen and engage in the range of motions and then look at things. Sometimes I shake my head and sometimes I swear, but it’s a good time had by all, if by all I mean me, and by good time I mean endurance test. Still, these things come and go and shift around and form things and then dissolve things and its all a process of things happening in an order yet to be determined, which is all okay by me.
What isn’t okay by me is how much of this and that there is to be done and how little I care about it. Well, the lack of caring is fine, but the needing to get those things out of the way is not. There are other things out there that I feel would be a better waste of my time, but alas, this is a dramatic complaint and not one worth paying attention to for the time being. Maybe later; I’m yet to decide.
So anyway, I sit here and I get the things out of the way and hear a plane off in the distance, cutting through the sound that was around, and it all seems still and content, but I am not content with my need to be content. However, that is something that I will worry about at another time as right now I’m sitting here and trying to get things out of the way so that I can get to the end of the day and finally relax, but there are other things and there’s some of this and a little of that getting in the way.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:50:36
Started slow but picked up speed.
A silly writing that once more was fun to write.
Written at homr.