Recursive Words

The clock ticked past 1am a few minutes ago, and reminded me that I haven’t written in a few days. This seems to be the “new normal” for me – that I manage to throw a few words at the computer every few days at best.

We’re racing head-long into a four day weekend here for Easter. I’ll try not to write another tear-down of the major religions accidentally on-purpose inventing fabricated celebrations to coincide with ancient pagan events.

I’m almost giddy at the prospect of four days off. I’m forming a mental list of all the things I won’t get done.

I really do need to take a break from everything. Read books. Watch movies. Go RUNNING!

On the subject of watching movies, we have a new television turning up tomorrow, after learning that Satellite TV in the UK could be no more in another three years time. Our dish was accidentally moved by the people that cleaned our gutters – and the guy that came out and fixed it remarked about the satellite(s) coming to the end of their useful life, and there being no plans to replace them yet.

The new TV will have all the usual streaming internet services built in – so no more Fire TV, Apple TV, Roku, or whatever else needed. One TV remote to rule them all.

Anyway. It’s getting late.

I need to go sleep. Or at least read a few pages of my book before waking up in the early hours with it propped against my chest. It’s a skill.