I’ve got about two hours before the day of work begins so I’m going to try and use this time as productively as I can. However, there’s a bird making the sounds a bird makes nearby and I can’t see it at it is outside of the frame of my window and all I can do is listen to it. I could go looking for it but I don’t want to do that.

The reason that this bird is an issue is that it is distracting and as it is distracting I am distracted from getting things done, though today I will get things done.

Already the morning has been one of the productive variety and for that I am happy, but for now I must get on with the getting on and get the things done in whatever order they come to me in… or something. That said, I need to think about what I’m doing.

I also need to not jam one of my thumbs between a leave and a handle, but that is a story for another day at another place in another space in time. For now this is just a morning rambling where I say nothing of note and in saying nothing of note I secretly say everything that can be said, and so on and so forth, but now I wonder if maybe I’ve spent too much energy this morning as I’m now starting to feel the effects and I’d much rather go lie down and do nothing than do something.

This is not good as now I need to engage in some sort of combat with this feeling of weight that has befallen me. I need to deal with whatever this is and fight it off so I can get my energy back as it is sapping my energy and with my energy goes my strength and so therefore I might not be able to battle against the day. I may be forced to back down before I get much of anything done and if I am forced to do that, I know not what to do.

Slowly and gradually I find myself winding down before I’ve even started and soon I will be unable to do anything. I need to fight, but I cannot and in not being able to fight I am forced to give up and all those other things. However, there remains a spark of hope and in that small spark I might be able to push onward to some sort of victory. Maybe there will be no victory, but at the very least I’d be able to fight to a draw.

Of course I could just not worry about all of that and instead use this spark of hope to escape from this evil torment and then go from there. I can rest and recuperate and then get on with things and then I can fight on back.

It is yet to be determined and the fight… continues.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:39:36

This I feel is a bit loose and doesn’t do enough moving.
A bit happy that I was able to push through fatigue rapidly hitting me though, so I guess that’s sort of a success.

Written at home.