I am doing something I have not done for a bit.
This is not to imply something racy or transgressive, more a confluence of events that have lead, in their inscrutable way, to me doing this, that is to say, being sat up pottering about with coastalblog, as opposed to being in bed.
Normally, yes, I'd be well away by now. This is one of the more surprising turns of life, over the last few years, I have become a morning person. After a good whack of time of being a night person, this came as something of a shock. But hey, business, kids, all of that, I became at first inured to, and then accustomed to, and then addicted to, early starts. Concomitantly, early finishes, obv. The fallout, the, uh, collateral damage, to borrow a phrase from our various glorious leaders' various disastrous misadventures was stuff like this, the late night blogging ramble. But, as it happens, this evening I had a private party in at work after hours. I cooked for them, they left full and happy. I got home five hours later than I normally would, at roughly the moment my wife was going to bed. I was at a loose end, unwinding and hey presto, a blog post.
You see, for me, blogging is a release of sorts, but only when nothing else requires my immediate attention. Occasionally I may feel I'm trying to say something of import but largely I'm burbling cobblers. But it's not a compulsion. And in the normal run of events I'm being husband, dad, business bloke. This sort of ting, I like it well enough, but there's generally other stuff to do.
This evening, however, there isn't. Is there a point? Probably not. Let's go with it's nice to get out of your general routine, shall we? If you want to feel your last thirty seconds haven't been entirely wasted by my solipsism. Yeah, we'll go with that.
This is not to imply something racy or transgressive, more a confluence of events that have lead, in their inscrutable way, to me doing this, that is to say, being sat up pottering about with coastalblog, as opposed to being in bed.
Normally, yes, I'd be well away by now. This is one of the more surprising turns of life, over the last few years, I have become a morning person. After a good whack of time of being a night person, this came as something of a shock. But hey, business, kids, all of that, I became at first inured to, and then accustomed to, and then addicted to, early starts. Concomitantly, early finishes, obv. The fallout, the, uh, collateral damage, to borrow a phrase from our various glorious leaders' various disastrous misadventures was stuff like this, the late night blogging ramble. But, as it happens, this evening I had a private party in at work after hours. I cooked for them, they left full and happy. I got home five hours later than I normally would, at roughly the moment my wife was going to bed. I was at a loose end, unwinding and hey presto, a blog post.
You see, for me, blogging is a release of sorts, but only when nothing else requires my immediate attention. Occasionally I may feel I'm trying to say something of import but largely I'm burbling cobblers. But it's not a compulsion. And in the normal run of events I'm being husband, dad, business bloke. This sort of ting, I like it well enough, but there's generally other stuff to do.
This evening, however, there isn't. Is there a point? Probably not. Let's go with it's nice to get out of your general routine, shall we? If you want to feel your last thirty seconds haven't been entirely wasted by my solipsism. Yeah, we'll go with that.
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