Cold weather? At this time of year? In this part of the country? It’s actually more likely than it should be, or something. But it is a cold morning and on a cold morning, one must rug up. As such, I am wearing a rug and I am wearing it into the space of wearing, which is the room of office.

Sometimes I wonder as to whether we’ll actually do anything about the current predicament of… well, almost everything. I’m sure some of us will, some of us won’t, and some will claim that they always knew that this was an issue and we should have addressed it sooner, but x reasons, and there will be plenty who will, of course, claim that no one saw all of what is coming, coming.

I wonder if the indifference toward climate change is due to people not seeing how it affects them. Perhaps thinking that it doesn’t affect them. Who knows. Still gotta do our best, however. Get on with the day and try to eat healthier and all of that stuff. Drive less, walk more, cycle more… all of those things. But I don’t want to get too depressing this morning. I don’t want to get too heavy. I just want to complain about the cold and be bitter about it in a format that most pleases me and antagonises you, or bores you. That’s the way I roll and the way I roll is by putting my body horizontal, and then manipulating muscles and all that to start rolling. I keep rolling and I keep getting on with the getting on, and eventually I build traction and get dizzy.

Why did I write all of that?

It’s cold, I’m cold and the day is just starting. No one is around. It is quiet. It is reasonably quite. I like this. I could get used to this. I could find myself dancing through empty halls to a tune only I can hear, and that would be fun. If only I had not injured myself multiple times throughout my life. If only I had treated myself better. Ergo, I’ll still dance, but it’ll hurt a lot until I actually bother to pull my finger out and take better care of myself now… which I’ll do one day, you’ll see. But until that day comes, I’m just a bag of bones walking at fast speeds and trying to overcome my pains by bitterly complaining about them and refusing to accept any responsibility. And I’ll dance through the pain, just you watch.

It’s almost a beautiful day in this cold misery. It’s raining a little and everything feels kind of nice. Kind of slow and relaxed. I need some easy, familiar jazz playing and a book right now. The jazz doesn’t have to be something I recognise; just something that, perhaps, I could recognise as hearing before, but in a different form. A different shape, and it needs to be background enough for reading.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:27

Decent speed, fun bit of writing. Silly in parts, serious in others.

Written at work.