Hello and good morning. It’s Thursday again, so it’s time for my usual, longstanding, weekly blog post, though of course I’ve been posting every weekday for the last several weeks. I’m not sure exactly how many weeks it is; if anyone has been paying attention, please let me know.
It is also September 1, 2022 A.D., the beginning of a new month, which, to paraphrase The Who, will probably be the same as the old month. This coming Monday is Labor Day in the United States, but that won’t mean much to me; as I think I mentioned earlier this week, we almost always work at least part of the day on holidays like Labor Day or Memorial Day and other similar minor holidays at my office.
I’m on the earlier train again today, but that’s at least partly because it was running a bit late. It’s also on the other side of the tracks from its usual place. I guess either there’s some problem on the regular side, or they’re doing some maintenance or whatever. It doesn’t make a lot of difference to me, though it does make things a bit confusing for people getting on the train.
Remember I mentioned that my sister had a bit of a fall the day before yesterday? Well, she’s doing just fine, which is very good news. However, yesterday, apparently, the other person in my office with whom I share responsibilities injured his back in some rather severe way, and he’s in the hospital. As someone with a chronic back injury, myself, I sympathize. He’s got a new baby daughter, too, and picking her up a lot is likely contributory to how his back got hurt. I don’t look forward to the fact that now I’m going to be doing more work than usual at the office, however. Also, one of the other people who does a lot is going on a vacation for about two weeks, apparently.
I’m pretty sure the last time I took time off work was when my mother died. That’s mainly because I don’t have anything that I would think of to do during a vacation. I can’t see myself traveling anywhere; I don’t think I could really face the prospect of getting on a plane or train or Greyhound bus or anything. I can’t see anyone enjoying having me visit them, either. There are probably people who think they would like me to come visit, but I can guarantee, I’m not pleasant to be around. I ought to know. Anyway, I’m not good at not working, really.
I didn’t play guitar yesterday, by the way. I looked at it out of the corner of my eye several times—it sits there right next to my desk in the office. But I didn’t even so much as touch it, which is a shame. It’s a nice guitar. Well, someday soon my ex-housemate can have it back, and either keep and play it (and my other guitars) or sell them and use the money to get something for his daughter or whatever. Then he’ll have been able to sell them twice, which is a pretty good deal for him. Hopefully he’ll put it all to good use.
I also haven’t written anything lately, other than this blog. In other words, I haven’t written any fiction; regrettably, this blog is not fictional. I don’t really miss writing fiction, honestly, or at least I don’t admit to missing it. Maybe that’s a defense mechanism, I don’t know. But I definitely don’t have the will or drive to write any.
I thought about, once again, seeing if writing with pen on paper would stimulate me to do some fiction, especially after having seen a mention of an author who does that on a British comedy panel show I was watching on YouTube, but as longtime readers will know, I’ve tried that. I don’t think it would make me feel any more prone to write any new fiction than anything else would, and obviously, I’m comfortable and natural writing on my little laptop computer, as I am now.
That’s about it, really. Nothing else to see here. Keep moving, keep moving, don’t stop and gape. There’s nothing anyone can do, so it’s best just to let the poor critter be and let it pass on in peace. You can say a few words in remembrance or whatever after that. Someone will no doubt come and clean it up and dispose of the remains when the time comes. Don’t want to leave them around; they can be vectors for diseases.
I hope all of you have a very good remainder of your week and a lovely Labor Day weekend, if you’re here in the United States. If you’re not, well, why not still have a very nice weekend? Heck, take off Monday anyway, I won’t hold it against you. Spend as much time with your friends and family as you can, please. That’s about the most rewarding thing you can hope to do in this world, after all, and I understand that it’s pretty darn good.
“Run fast. Laugh hard. Be kind.”