I think I thought that when I started doing this that the words would always just come. That there was just so much in my head that I could pour it out for days on end and I would still never get it all out. That has not proven to be the case. Sometimes I stare at the screen and try to decide what to write about and either I have ideas on what I should write about or my brain is just tired and gives me nothing. Wow, that was one heck of a run-on sentence. In this case that is how I thought it so that is how I wrote it I guess. Anyway. I have had the strangest little argument going on inside my head. I know that there are some blogs out there that are written as much for the reader as the writer. As a matter of fact, I think that if you ask most people these days the general assumption is that the writer writes assuming their words will be read. The argument with myself has been over whether that is what this thing I am doing is supposed to be. And I think I have come to a conclusion. My conclusion is that at least for now, that is not my intent. The word log is at its root a combination of the word web and log. Weblog. That is how I am going to use it. I guess you could call it my diary but for some reason that word makes me twinge. I will write whatever I want to write as if no one will ever read it. That being said, I am putting no access restrictions on this. If someone happens upon it because for some bizarre reason Google or Yahoo or whatever saw fit to place it in a result for some random search then they are welcome to read whatever they would like. But it is my web log.
I wrote all of that despite the fact that I thought I was going to write about my day when I started this. I did not sleep very well last night for one reason or another. I do not recall any particular bizarre dreams although I am sure there were some. I woke up around four or so and went in and out from there for a couple of hours before giving up. I knew that I had a lot to do today so I think that gave me a little anxiety all by itself. Not an unnatural oppressive anxiety, just a little bit. I had worked on Marc’s daughter’s laptop last night for almost three hours before I finally managed to get it working. When I got up this morning and got moving I put the finishing touches on that which only took maybe a half an hour more. I think Marc and Emma were both pleased with the result. After that, Megan and I ran to Walmart to pick up four trees that we were going to plant in various locations in the yard. When we got home I let Marc know he could pick up the laptop. He showed up five minutes later. After that we went over to “Cousin” Jerry’s. I had been working on the drains if his trailer for a little bit each weekend for the last several weekends and I was ready to be done with it. It is very gross under that trailer and I was getting tired of the setbacks, and the mud, and everything else that came along with it. Fortunately, although it did not go without a hitch I do think it is finally done. There was a couple more things I had wanted to do over there but I just wanted to get out of there to take a shower. Plus we still had the trees to get into the ground before it started raining so we headed home to take care of that. Fortunately, the tree planting went well for the most part. I think Megan and I are both happy with the result and the property will look much better once they are establish. We went ahead and put the two rhododendrons into the ground as well but after that I was just done. I needed to do some non work stuff. That non work stuff turned out to mean just playing a video game for a while but honestly, it was nice to disengage for a while. There was more two my day but that is the gist of it in broad wide strokes. I feel it was a good day. I am glad I actually sat down this time and got some words written down. Now, I will start heading to bed. I think I am going to try to listen to my meditation app for the first time tonight in bed and see how that goes. Tomorrow, I will continue to run, and I will finish this race.