Hello people who read this blog. I hope you are well. I’m writing this on Sunday evening, although this post, if I finish it, will not hit the blogosphere until Monday morning. Probably at 5am, as that seems to be the fairly arbitrary time I generally elect to schedule my posts to appear.
I used to schedule my posts for 9am, and I’m certain there was a reason I switched to 5am. I can’t remember what it was though. It matters not. It is what it is.
I don’t really have a particular idea for this post. I’m just writing whatever comes into my head. Which isn’t much it would seem. I’m mainly writing this because otherwise my blog runs the risk of becoming exclusively a poetry blog. It was never meant to be a poetry blog, but poetry appears to be the best route to maintaining a daily blogging streak, which stretches back to mid-March. It’s not hugely important that I blog every day but I am really close to breaking my ‘200 posts in 200 consecutive days’ record that I achieved between November 2017 and May 2018. Given that streak was then followed by a near 18-month absence from blogging at all, I’m not entirely sure why I want to beat my personal best. But it has become a thing, and in the absence of many other (achievable) life goals at the moment, I could do with the win.
As I say, I’m pretty sure I could beat the record easily enough if I rely solely on poetry. I’ve already written everything else I’m going to publish this week so I didn’t even need to write this post. But I just thought something that wasn’t a poem might be good. Even if it was just ‘whatever this is’.
At the moment I’m expecting to go into work tomorrow, but the way things are progressing in the UK, we could well be heading for another lockdown. Maybe not tomorrow. Not where I live anyway. It’s already happening in some parts of the UK though and there’s no reason to assume anywhere will completely avoid it.
Who could have predicted that back in June when Boris et al. started easing restrictions? Apart from everybody who was paying attention I mean? Those of us who were ‘staying alert’ like Bo Jo told us to, could see this coming quite easily.
Anyway, just because the UK government has displayed a level of ineptitude in all areas of, y’know, government, since they took power, there is no reason not to have every faith in them now, as they guide us towards Covid safety and a seamless Brexit, all in time for the best Christmas ever.
In some ways, it is a relief to already know what my plans are for Christmas this year. It can often be a bit of a headache trying to coordinate my movements with those of my family and friends. But I’m pretty sure we’ll all be staying home this year. Hopefully with sufficient toilet paper.
Still, it’s not all doom and gloom. Anyone in the face-mask making sector must be raking it in and the inevitable festive face-masks, which will surely be hitting out stores soon, will be an added boon.
And actually, because many of us are now being very careful and considerate when it comes to the spreading of germs, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been afflicted by any ailments. Other than sleep deprivation. And that’s really the fault of my toddler, rather than any airborne pathogens.
Anyway, that’s it for this rambling post. It will be a poem tomorrow. A haiku I think. I mean not really a haiku, because I realised recently that the seventeen syllable dittys that I claim are haikus are really more akin to senryus. But I think that probably only applies if you actually write in Japanese, so I’m going to keep calling my efforts haikus even though they might not be.
Anyway, one of those is on the way tomorrow. And some other poetry will be appearing on other days along with some more ‘art’ from Little Proclaims on Thursday.
And then it will be the weekend again. Which still currently means something in terms of my weekly routine but may mean nothing at all by the time it arrives.