Stupidity Hole

A cold day following a cold day. A series of cold days. It’s a series of two. I’d say it’s a series of three, but the evening isn’t the entirety of a day, so does it even really count?

I gotta go outside at some point but I want to write about things, but I still gotta go outside. Gotta brave the wind, though there’s not much to brave. Gotta walk a few blocks, get my moving on. Get moving and moving in a way that suggests moving in a moving manner. Not moving, but just the motion of moving. But it’s cold and windy and I don’t wanna.

Inside it’s nice and warm and this is appreciable.

Okay, so there is something that I want to write about but it’ll take time so I’m saving it for later, assuming I’m not too tired later. Could be; might not., Instead of that, however, I’m writing this as this is shorter and takes less time due to being shorter, but I’m also just wasting time. Trying to see if I can outlast the wind. Seeing if I can gather the courage to brave a few minutes of a slight chill.

See if I can actually get up and stop being lazy.

I don’t have many words left to write at the present moment and need to recharge, so to speak, but I won’t. I’ll get this done and whatever this is will be finished.

I think it’s just one of those days where everyone seems tired and I am tired also, but I’m getting on with it. Don’t have much of a choice, but I am. Wind is getting pretty violent, actually, but maybe things will be okay. Maybe it will lessen from here. Won’t find out until later, but maybe all will be good and all will be fine. This weather is pretty wild and, due to that it is concerning. But most weather is falling more into the realm of concerning these days. Having difficult remembering a time with weather this severe this regularly, because it has been a while.

And soon I will be outside, braving it for what little I have to brave. It’ll be fine though. I’ll be okay. I’m pretty lucky in this regard and so I’m not gonna have too much to personally worry about. I can;t comment on others, however, and I know there are plenty who won’t be as fortunate as myself.

God, here I was whinging pointlessly and this veered off into concern about the weather, which is something to be concerned about, but it was not something I expected to start covering. But sometimes that’s how it goes. Sometimes the concerning things come to the forefront and then… yeah. You write about them and then get on with your life. You go on to wherever the roads take you, and you see things to be worried about. There’s plenty out there, and there’s stuff we can do. Hopefully we do.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:27:19

Not slow and not fast.

I think this was heavily affected by my being tired. Not enough sleep and all that. Eventually stumbled onto something worth discussing, but dragged too much beforehand.

Written at work.