What day is it?

It’s Monday. Today happens to be Monday and it comes with a healthy dose of nausea that I am trying to fight off through the persistence of time. I hope that I can get past it sooner rather than later, but I’m doing alright. I am okay.

I think that today has been a relatively alright day. Neither the best nor the worst and that is fine. It has been quiet and busy at the same time and I am here and alive and all of those other things. I might not be the most present, but I am present in some capacity and so I continue to remain present in some capacity. and that is a good thing… I think.

There are a few clouds in the sky and it looks to be a pleasant afternoon, but I sit here and I bang away on the keyboard and I combat this nausea in the way that only I can do so, but of course plenty of other people can do the same and I’m merely rambling, so therefore there is nothing to add that has not already been said by people who know how to use their words far better than I do mine.

Anyway, today is one of those days that exists and as I exist within its confines I find myself glad about its existing as it means I get to exist along with it. Many other people get to exist along with today and maybe in some way they too are glad for their existing along with this day. There are some who may not be glad and there are many reasons as to why they would not be glad and there are things we can do to try and improve their lot in life, or at least do to help improve their lot in life.

The seasons are changing, and perhaps not in the most desired of ways. Still, a winter of sorts is approaching and I am looking forward to it, hopefully in a form that resembles winter more than it does not.

I think at this point there is a need to switch off, but I’m just getting started. However, there will soon be powering down as an early waking is what is happening tomorrow and I need to make sure I can get that done as tomorrow is a long day full of stuff and I don’t want to be too fried for it. Maybe I will be, but that’s another story for another day, assuming more days come along and all of existence continues on and all that stuff.

If that does happen, then maybe I should be writing better stuff. Something that reaches out and impacts people in a way that is better than it is worse. Still, it may be too late and so I will continue to write meaningless drivel in whatever way I can in order to get more meaninglessness across more efficiently.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:05:30

More empty rambling.

Written at home.