Having one of those days where everything is requiring extra effort. Such is the way of some things, I suppose. Could be worse. Could be better, but could be worse.

Sitting here, thinking of the leaves. Sitting here, thinking of the air. Thinking of the fact that I’ll need to go walking soon so as to take something up to the post office. Thinking about how I need to do that sooner rather than later. Maybe it won’t happen today. Maybe it will happen another day. However, the sooner, the better and so I should probably get on with it. Get it out of the way and then worry about other stuff later, or sooner.

Then again, I could take care of the many other things I need to take care of but that will have to wait. I will have to clear the proverbial table and get on with other things for the time being and in doing that I can then get on with other, other things and all that other stuff.

I can deal with the rain, though thankfully that has decided that it is time to relent and so it has relented and now I am here and in its halting its being present and active I am now rendered with less excuse for not doing anything, and I don’t quite like this. I wish it hadn’t happened as now I have to actually do things. I cannot sit here and weakly ruminate on stuff; I actually have to be active and be someone who will get some things done. I can’t let the day go to waste more than I already have.

It is a shame but this is the way that life coils around and slaps itself sometimes and that is something I have to accept. If I don’t, then what am I to do? There is only so much time in the day and there is only so much life to live, but that is okay sometimes. I just wish that today I had a bit more wiggle room than I do now, which is to say I currently have very little. Still, all things considered I think I can get away with just a little bit more.

Then again the more I think about putting things off or actually facing them the more my body becomes a sack of liquid contained by the skin which does not seem to become liquid and so now I am just kind of here, not quite sitting. I’m here and I slosh about only when I am able to somehow manipulate something that still passes for the idea of muscle, but I am going nowhere.

There is no progress and there is no movement, but sometimes that’s the way things go and so that’s something I need to deal with. I’ll need to reconstitute myself through the power to believe, but maybe I’ll worry about that later. There are things that I should probably think about.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:95

This one’s okay. I tried to stay away from some of the stuff I’ve written far too much about, but wasn’t entirely able to here.

Written at home.