I just wrote 380 words on the subject of new technology and the NHS appointment system. Then I looked at them, thought "I've written them before." and decided not to bother. So I didn't. That leaves me with a hole in my morning as I now have nothin…
I just wrote 380 words on the subject of new technology and the NHS appointment system. Then I looked at them, thought "I've written them before." and decided not to bother.
So I didn't.
That leaves me with a hole in my morning as I now have nothing to write about apart from my unsuccessful attempts to list things and then do them. I made a list two days ago and did little that was on the list. I did another list last night and item one - "Write a Blog post" - has just come to nothing.
Ghostly figures in the fog at Screveton
The most notable part of the morning apart from the phone call to sort out the NHS has been something concerning part of my life I don't blog about. This isn't meant to be as mysterious as it sounds, and it certainly isn't as interesting. In fact, it's very dull. And when you consider that a lot of the stuff I write is extremely uninteresting (though a potential goldmine of tedious trivia of 21st Century existence to a future scholar) you can imagine how banal the really dull stuff is. You could bottle it and sell it to insomniacs as cure for all their sleep problems.
Anyway, it's nearly lunchtime now. So far I have risen, dressed (which was reasonably easy this morning), eaten breakfast, treated myself to extra toast and marmalade, blogged, self-edited, received a parcel, spoken to NHS on the phone, sidestepped Julia's several attempts to make me do stuff and blogged again. When listed, it looks like a full morning. However, virtually nothing useful has been done. Dressing and eating are simply part of life and even trousers are optional if I don't leave the house.
Whitby Church
Even the NHS phone call was to correct an error they made and served no useful purpose.
That, in a nutshell, is modern life. We do stuff, but most of it doesn't need doing and some of it is to correct stuff that was done in error.
Some mornings it is hard not to question the meaning of life and sit, staring into the depths of a cup of tea wonder where it all went.
Today's pictures? I just tried to capture my mood.
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