Alright, so now I’m here. I’m in action and it is time for action and… yeah.

Another day, another time to do the things and burn the hours. Time to watch them slip through my hands. They always find the cracks and gaps, even if there are none, and they get through and that’s all and now I have to deal with this and that, and you get the idea.

So I sit here and I’ll blink and it will be tomorrow, and then what? Then what do I do? I can’t do anything. I should probably not blink, but that’s difficult. Usually not blinking leads to more blinking and therefore I should probably stop trying, and then maybe by not trying I won’t blink and I’ll still have a good deal of the day. I think that’s how it works.

My hands hurt and it’s not from the cold, and I can feel that my spelling is slipping, as well as my grammar. Of course you won’t see any of that as that is stuff I try to clean up, but sometimes I miss some things. Not all of the time, mind; just some of the time.

So I think that in saying that I need to say this, and I need to find the right words that sit together in a particular order, but each time I get close, much like the hours, it all slips away. The words fly off and go to wherever they decide they want to, and I’m left trying to clean up the mess I’ve created, but there is no cleaning. It just keeps on going and I keep on trying, but I don’t know where to go from there. Every time I try to sort it the words fly off and I am left trying to organise what remains.

Perhaps I’m overthinking all of this and I should just get on with the day. I should just get on with work and enjoy the day, for I enjoy the work that I am doing, but I don’t enjoy destroying my keyboard as much as I am, but that’s another story for another day for another time, or something. It’s a thing for a thing and I think I can get to elsewhere, but perhaps I cannot. Perhaps this is just it and I have to accept that my ability to write is slipping away, and maybe it’s not the worst problem to have. There are far, far worse things in the world, so I should consider myself fortunate to have had as long a run as I have, even if there was little, if anything worthwhile that was spun from my fingers.

Perhaps instead it is time to just start chasing the hours and find where they go, but they flow away constantly and it is difficult to get a grasp on them in the first place, and I don’t think I could find a receptacle sealed enough to contain them anyway.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:18:48

Fast and messy, and written much earlier today. Need to get the messy under control if I am to write this quickly.

Written at work.