Facing Up To My Responsibilities
Oh, God, I’ve got to write something … got to think of something to say.
And my mind is blank.
Well, not blank as such … it’s never blank …
Many moons ago, I was, as I am wont to do, idly musing about stuff because I had no choice but to do so.medium.com
But it’s not thinking about things I necessarily want to put into the public domain … nor about things I think anyone else would be interested in either.
I’d look around the room, seeking inspiration … some jumping off point … but fear that it would result in some treatise-length piece — and I’m just not in the mood right now .
What has just struck me is that the ‘u’ and the ‘i’ keys on the keyboard are also very close together
It may well be my favoured search engine, but I still have to ask myself about the mentality of the people who founded…medium.com
Also the ‘g’ and the ‘t’’ — maybe I should stop signing my emails off with ‘regards’ … just in case.
If you’re multilingual, thinking about keyboards leads to thoughts about different layouts and it occurs to me that Americans … or rather U.S. citizens (sorry Latin America) … say “I could care less” … which puzzles me — because I really couldn’t.
I’m rambling, aren’t I?
My mind wandering …
As much as anything else, I’m procrastinating …
So, I decided to get up off my arse, pull my thumb out … and finally get around to investigating what all the fuss is…medium.com
… putting off the trip to the kitchen that entails cleaning it.
It’s not exactly Ground Zero as such … not this time anyway … and I did make a stab at doing most of the washing up recently but it was exhausting  and I ended up walking away from it without having done the cutlery.
But I’m going to have to do the cutlery, a pan/colander/plate/cup … wipe surfaces down … and all the other things I notice when I‘m out there <sigh>.
And it really isn’t an inspiring prospect, I have to say.
In fact it’s so uninspiring a prospect that I can’t even think of a shaggy dog tale about it — even the ironing is more inspiring than that …
Okay … that was … disconcerting — and I’m sure you don’t need me to spell out for you how much I dislike being…medium.com
What I want to know is who it is that takes tea/coffee with them into the toilet and throws it at the fucking walls — walls I not so long ago painted too!
It can’t be any of my (in more ways than one) irregular guests, which only leaves family members … my sister/nieces — I’m going to have to set up a CCTV/webcam in the kitchen to catch whoever it is so that I can berate them.
<siii … iii … igh>
I’m gonna have to do it, aren’t I?
Wish me luck.
If you don’t hear from my 02:00/2 a.m. GMT, call the emergency services and get them to pay me a visit, please.
Okay then … here goes …
 I’ve got enough on my plate working out what’s going into this, thanks very much … and don’t have the elan to deal with that right now either.
 Mind-numbing, soul-sapping, spirit-crushing.