A beat is going and I’ve already spent far too much time as I need to go and do things and those things require my presence. But I’ve still some time. I can prattle on a bit and get to nowhere, and by golly am I gonna get now here fast, and how!

So there’s a cup on my desk and it’s not doing much. Just holding my TEA and I like that. I can sip from it as I so choose, but also my digestive tract is being a bit full on at the moment so I don’t get to sip on my TEA as I so choose as I’m moving between the bedroom and the bathroom, and things are coming out of me that I didn’t even know existed. Not a good way to learn stuff, but sometimes you learn and sometimes you learn the unpleasant way. Such is the way of the digestive tract.

But this cup is sitting here and I’ve had it for a long time, and it has an image on it and I think it’s meant to be a plant of some time. I don’t know. But I do know that this cup is nearing retirement, and once it is retired, that’s it. There is no other… as far as I am aware. I’ve looked but I’ve been unable to find anything, and that sucks. but what can I do? I can only keep on taking care of it and hopefully that means in the taking care of it specifically it lasts a little while longer.

But today it sits on my desk and it sits in shade and casts its own shade toward my mouse, and my mouse is reflective and the desk sucks, but it has served me well for a long time and that’s something I’m pretty happy about. So has the cup, and that too is something I’m happy about. It holds my tea and keeps it warm, and I drink from it and I get on with my life. Right now I will take a sip… soon. Not right now, but soon I will. Perhaps when I finish this bit of rambling I will then have a sip, but now I think of the sip.

I think of the sip and how the liquid will pass by my lips and enter into my mouth where it will enter a new space, and in that space it will be moved toward another channel, of which then through the power of the body and its machinations it will go to wherever TEA goes. I don’t know; I’m not a human biologist. It could go into another dimension for all I care, so long as I get to taste it and it causes no harm and that’s the end of that, and… yeah.

I had the sip. Was it worth it? Perhaps not. Not in this instance. There were more words to type out, and I spent time not doing that.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:44:61

For a moment I thought this was going to get all poetic and serious, and that may have been interesting. Didn’t, however. Still a fun bit of writing though.

Written at home.