It is always a joy when things work as it means that things are working. Rather happy about that and all that other stuff.

When things are not working is when things might not be so good, but you persevere and all that other stuff. You do what you can and then you get going with the going and move on and see what else happens.

Don’t know what I’m going on about. Trying to find the words to construct the meaning, but the meaning eludes me. It certainly does not allude me, or allude to me for that matter. However, it most certainly does elude me.

So anyway, I sit here and here is where I sit and I do the things that lead to other things. Eventually there may be even more things. It is difficult to tell at times, but sometimes the times that do tell the things reveal themselves as to not be as circumspect as I once suspected, but this is of course assuming that I’ve done all the checks that I am reassured (quite often) are entirely routine and not in any way designed to waste as much time as possible without arousing suspicions.

Still, that is no comparison to other things in which revolve around the revolutions that reveal themselves as not having solutions, and perhaps that is the way that the things should be. Perhaps there should be a breaking of the things and a walking away from all of the festivities. Sometimes that is the way that things unravel, but you hope that they don’t as there are so many other things that then spill out from the things and then you need to pick them all up and put them back in and all of that other stuff and I don’t know as to where I am going with all of this as it has been a long day and also a long night and I’m rather tired at the moment. Need rest but rest will come soon.

For now I keep on going with this waffling in the hopes that it ends sooner rather than later as I need to rest and I would much rather rest, but I need to wait for that as there still are things that I need to take care of before the night ends.

Hopefully this won’t take too long.

So anyway, I sit here and I do the writing and then you read the writing and I wonder as to what it is that I’m going on about, but not always of course. Right now I know what it is that I do want to go on about but it is not coming forward and so I should probably just rest, but not before I do the other things and all of that other stuff and it’s all cyclical now, so you could probably put a neat little bow on this writing and then pack it away, or do something else entirely.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:30:58

This was written mostly due to a need to write.
It also turned out the way it did mostly due to wanting to write about something but feeling unable to do so… I think.

Written at home.