The morning beckons, I am awake, there are things that need to be done and I’m starting off with this, so you should already know as to what all of this means, blah blah blah and so on and so forth. Regular start to one of these writings.
That all said, I feel quite awake this morning. Probably because I received a bit more of a sleep than usual. I imagine that that would have an impact on the restfulness of my being rested. you get the idea.
So anyway… no, actually I might dwell on the being less tired than usual. Maybe for a few more sentences, at the very least. This is going to be a long writing after all, so I need to pad the thing out as much as I can so that there is less space to worry about filing by the time I finish whatever it is that I am trying to write about. Anyway.
So I feel much more rested than usual and this has a bit to do with going to sleep a little earlier than usual. I hear (and read) about people being tired as they get older and I’m not sure as to why they are, though I’m pretty sure I can hazard a guess that might be close to the proverbial mark. Don’t know if I would be, but I think I would be close. However, I’m not going to try and theorise about that right now as I’m going to talk about me this morning (though how that is different from other mornings, I do not know [though sometimes it is different and I do talk about other things, but that’s getting away from the topic at hand, even though I don’t really have a topic at hand, but you get the idea so I’m going to end this noting of something that is doing little else other than taking up space]) because that is what I feel like talking about.
Perhaps that should be “who” rather than “what”.
So I slept pretty well last night. Woke up a little sore, but still slept well. I feel tired, but rested at the same time. Sleep debt takes a long time to pay off after all; especially if you spent a lot of the past decade getting less than an ideal amount of sleep each night.
Anyway, I’ve got this confluence of feelings of fatigue and feelings of rest and I know that it’s going to take a little bit of time for the fatigue to go away. Am going to need multiple nights in a row where I sleep for what might be considered an acceptable amount of sleep; especially compared to the past few nights were sleep has been less than what I hoped to get.
this extra bit of sleep that has me feeling rested helped out as it meant I got out of bed sooner this morning. That is a good thing as it means I could bring the lavender and another plant inside sooner rather than later as it started raining shortly before I woke up. Trying to not have the lavender (and other plant) die off as I’ve had enough lavenders die due to my being rather not great at taking care of them, though they’ve lasted longer and longer each time, so I’m learning.
The plus side of all of this is that the other plants are getting rained upon and they (mostly) are plants that like water more than t hey don’t. There is one out there that isn’t the biggest fan of being overly-hydrated, but it won’t die off if it gets too much… at least, at the current stage that it currently exists within. When this particular plant gets a bit bigger, then water will need to be better measured out for its survival.
So I didn’t think that I’d end up spending a couple of paragraphs talking about plants, but there you go. It’s now in there. It is there for all to see. Can’t go back on that and that is fine. Need to go forward, not backward. Need to try and find out where all of this will lead. Need to try and think relaxed thoughts as soon work begins and I’m not looking forward to eight hours of people getting angry for being told we can’t do something, despite them having to listen to a message before they even come to the phone menu saying that we cannot do stuff at the current moment. Oh well. Small things, big things. This is just a thing.
I guess that now that I have that out of the way I should try and think of something else to cover, but I don’t think I will. Just trying to fill space. Need to fill soil in for one of my plants as there was not enough spoil to fill its new pot (I may have mentioned this recently; I cannot remember at the current moment), Maybe instead of doing anything else with this text, I will just take it easy for the next however long I have left. Just relax, take it easy. Sit back and enjoy the sound that is coming from the speakers of my laptop. Do things and think things and make things happen. Spread the magic. Create a sense of wonder.
Well, I need to keep getting ready for work so none of that is likely to happen. Rather spend time working on the backyard. It’s raining but because it is raining my pulling out weeds suddenly becomes more dramatic, emotional and cathartic. There comes the realisation as what the rain brings is a symbolic sense of freedom from all the chains that bind me. It washes away all the pain and suffering and after it has done everything it has done whilst I was screaming during its downpour (whilst working on the garden), the world begins anew and life comes forth once more.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:25:80
I wrote this before starting work. I’m almost six hours into my shift and only now able to get it uploaded. Not complaining; just pointing out how busy it is at the moment.
Anyway, I wrote this and it came out the way it did.
Written at home.