Racing for the prize this morning.
Coffee just so happens to be black. Practising the moving of the grace position over the keys on the board of keys in order to find the right keys that will unlock the door that will allow for transitional discrepancies to be opened for the way forward and thus the knots shall be untangled and the tangles shall be laid out in tandem with their other selves so that the whole picture can be analysed in one fell swoop.
That is to say that on this morning of mornings, as it just so happens to be, I am in front of something and I am working my way over the keys that are in front of me as there is much work to be done, blah blah blah and you get the idea.
It really isn’t a bad day… so far. There is much to see before the day can be conclusively over and I am merely just a participant who will see some, but not all of it. Sad times, as they say.
So I sit here, I type, I think about things, I listen to a little King Crimson as I race on onward to a target that I have set myself and soon these will have to be renamed, or something.
I need to get stuff done, but this is still a good way to start. We are yet to see how this will all turn out, but I do know that one of my index fingers are not enjoying the onslaught of keys being stroked, but soon it shall too be a fine adapter. Well, hopefully the hand will be a fine adapter. I think that I am still getting used to this subpar keyboard. It takes time, but I will get there eventually.
Now, where was I? Oh yes. This coffee is certainly one that can be described as liquid, rather than solid. Wait, that’s not where I was. I was and still am in a chair in front of this screen and I am trying to communicate to you, the reader as opposed to the listener. I am trying to communicate through the medium of text and there is a lot of text that is being produced.
There is so much text being produced, and not just by my hand. There is an attempt to reach out with the words that I put here, but I need to bring it all back down to earth, for if not doing that, then doing what I am is not something that can be done unless done it does do desirably, or something.
But I am sitting here and I’m enjoying the speed at which I am currently working as it means I’ll probably get a fair bit of stuff done before the inevitability of work commences for the day.
Well, that’s what I’m telling myself. I need to actually not be lazy and get on with the doing of stuff.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:57
Recently I’d been wondering about whether I want to keep doing this.
Of course getting back on the horse resolves the issue.
Written at home.