It’s not as early as it was before. Soon the day starts in earnest, or at least the idea of the day starts in earnest, or something. Birds have woken up and are going through their processes and I’m sitting here, typing away in the hopes of revealing some sort of thing that will be revealed at the end of the day in a way that… yeah.

Well, the day has already started and I’ve been awake for a wile. I didn’t go outside yesterday. I waited too long. Soon I will be going outside as I owe it to myself to try and be more active so as to be able to do the things that I want to do. There is a lot of work involved and I need to get it done before the working day commences. If I don’t then I don’t know what I’ll do, other than start working, of course.

I hope for a quiet day but I expect a busy one. I’ll keep throwing myself at the various jobs out there in the hopes that I’ll get something sooner rather than later, and I’ll keep on keeping on. I’ll keep pushing through pain as there’s little choice there and I hope that I’ll make it to the end of the day in one piece, though of course I will as I’m not doing anything particularly dangerous or anything like that.

However, soon I will be outside. I’ll be experiencing the world outside and in experiencing that I’ll be seeing things that I’ve seen before, but perhaps I’ll be seeing them in a different way. Maybe I won’t see them in a different way, but still there will be something out there that I’ll be seeing and that means something. It means that I’ll be experiencing things even if I’m not thinking of them in the context of experiencing. I probably won’t be thinking about them at all, but maybe I will. I am yet to find out.

I wonder if… actually, I don’t. I don’t wonder right now. Instead I just sit here and hope that I have something to help finish this off.

The sky is hard and it looks like it will unleash upon the ground at any given moment. Maybe it will; maybe it won’t. I know it will later, however, and that rain will be needed, but it’s needed away from the city more than it is needed at the city. It’s definitely not needed where I am. Still, when it rains here it can be used as some sort of symbolic representation of reprieve and release and then I can write about that, but of course I can write about that now, but I won’t as all I’m doing right now is writing about writing and there is little to say about that with the words I’ve chosen to use here.

The other issue is that it probably won’t rain this morning, so no dramatic walk for me.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:56:84

The speed is fine.

I think the writing here could’ve been much stronger had I focused on the start of the day rather than tried to jump about onto a few different things.

Written at home.