The air conditioning is my only companion, the whirring fan providing all the music I need, except for the rhythm section, which is my own typing. If I mess up, I don’t use a mouse, I use backspace and type it all again, ensuring that the rhythm is correct.
I have a meeting in 15 minutes, so I’m trying to see how many words I can get out in just that time. I cannot think of very many topics on which I could expound, but I know all the ones I can’t. The ones I can’t are more interesting, but that is neither here nor there.
In short, this is a timed exercise that has no point, just a scratch journal for building writing muscle. If I had any recipes, this would be a great time to tell you about them.
I could probably write the 11 pages before you get to the recipe, though.
Speaking of recipes, it’s really time to get Evan out here because he’s the recipe man on the project. I know he’s got the resources, but I don’t know when he has time. It might be better for me to go there, I really don’t know. What I do know is that I’m tired of working alone and want to collaborate in person.
It’s quiet in here for more than one reason.
The fan has turned off and now I hear the electric whine of something or another. I cannot identify it, I just know that I hear the smallest things in a room because I don’t use extraneous noise to focus. Noise is an anathema to focus for me, depending on what it is. I used to type to drum and bass or a soundtrack with no words, but then I found that silence was addictive and I just craved more and more of it.
I am still in that mode of thinking silence is addictive, but pulling myself out for group meetings and the like is important to me. Yes, I’m a private person in terms of how much I want to be “on,” but that doesn’t mean I never want to do anything.
I’m introverted, but always want to be included in case I change my mind. I need for it to be okay when I do because it’s not personal, it’s my disabilities saying “you’ve already done enough for today.” My body taps out long before other people are ready to go to bed, and it gets worse as I age. But with going to bed earlier comes getting up earlier, so I’m raring to go by 0530 and talking to people in Korea because it’s nighttime.
Having friends in other time zones is great because they’re ready to chat. They’re not waking up like other people in my own. I can chat with people when I feel comfortable, and leaving messages that I hope aren’t annoying for my friends to wake up to…..
I’m sure at least some of them are.
Seven minutes to go.
I don’t know why I decided to do this except I thought that something might come out of it that was interesting. I’m not sure that’s the case. Maybe if I just started adding random facts? Can I interest you in a pithy comment?
Sarcasm is another service I offer.
But I’m not nearly as good at it as some. I have some zingers, but mostly I leave humor to the professionals.
I don’t want to be funny in a way that’s offensive except to billionaires. I never want to be seen as punching down, but thinking about all issues trying to find deeper understanding. I do not understand why the president is so intent on holding SNAP hostage, I don’t understand why moderate Democrats folded, and I wish his agents would stop trying to make Ned Fulmer happen.
All of these things are important, but some are more important than others.
I’m currently charging up all my devices and it’s amazing how slow it is, but it reminds me of charging all of Tiina’s lightbulbs for her outdoor chandeliers. I can’t wait to go back at night so we can enjoy them together. I will get over my fear of driving the hills in the dark. I’m just relatively new to driving after a long time away.
My Progressive app is driving me crazy because it counts against me for hard brakes. The only time I ever brake hard is when the adaptive cruise control is on and there’s three car lengths in front of me. The car does it automatically.
Oh, and twice someone has tried to get in front of me and almost sideswiped me. I did brake hard for that one because it would have been their fault and it didn’t matter.
I think that my safe driving is actually dangerous at times, because I leave so much room in front of me that people think I’m going slower than I really am. The car will adjust automatically if it sees the car in front of me, but doesn’t catch everything to my side.
Twice my collision detection system has gone off and prevented a crash because I was driving safely with plenty of room in front of me and someone cut me off, racing through the lanes.
I’m not a fan of bad drivers, especially if the Progressive app doesn’t know why you’ve braked hard and how much room you’ve left in front of you.
My car automatically brakes hard, but leaves itself room to stop.
Traffic suddenly slows and picks up frequently during rush hour, when it’s also the most likely I’ll be cut off.
Time.
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