The rain has gone, as well as the cold. It is now hot. We are in the world of hot and it remains hot and will remain forever hot, such as it shall forever be, or something.

It won’t, but that is not dramatic enough and I’m trying to instill a sense of drama into what it is that I am writing here, so therefore the drama exists and in existing it appears as something that is now a part of this writing and so all continues on without any sense of abatement. All flows toward avoiding the heat in the best way possible, but I don’t know what way that way is and so I can only hope for the best.

So anyway, I’m hoping for a cool breeze to blow the heat away, but I don’t think that’s going to happen; not for a while, at least, for it will take a lengthy breeze and if not, then at least a few breezes over a short period of time. The heat is not fun, but it is something I’ve got to deal with at the moment and I will persevere, as there is no choice. Still, I can’t help but hope for it to go away sooner rather than later.

Oh, what a fate and all that stuff, but I’ll survive. Sure, I can sit here and keep on whinging, and maybe I will do just that. However, for now I will think of other things to do, but that also is something else to do and I don’t know if that is something that I should do. I don’t know if I should actually take any action as taking action will mean that I feel the weather more and I don’t want to feel it more. I want to feel it less. I need to move as little as possible and all of these things, but it’s going to get worse as summer is here and I want summer to go away, or at least be a bit of a cool summer. Sitting here and sweating profusely is something I don’t like doing much and so… yeah.

Where was I going with this?

So I think that, in conclusion, I need to make sure that I get through this heat as there are things to do and I need to be active and get the things done and then once they are done I will move toward other things, but that’s not out of the ordinary. However, I won’t do any writing about it, even though I will, and then I will find a way to talk about other things, even though I won’t, and the day will go on and I’ll be at the end of it and then once I am at the end of it I think I will take a bit of a nap as I need sleep at some point, but this has nothing to do with anything so I’ll now stop.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:22:52

This was a real struggle and I think it was due to overthinking. I should’ve thought less about what I was writing, I think. Just let it all flow out.

Written at home.