Keeping A Journal

Do you keep a journal? Why? I do. Why? Because I like to make a note of things that I’ve been doing so I can look back on it in years to come. Also, after my demise, there will be a little history for my descendants to read. Perhaps they’ll even find it slightly interesting in a couple of hundred years or so.

Journalling with coffee

In the past, we’ve really only been able to read rich people’s history. Way back, only the well=to=do had any kind of formal education and learned to read and write. The peasants relied on what they were told and they had no way of checking if they were being told the truth or not. Nowadays. there’s so much information out there that it’s still difficult to know whether we’re being told the truth or simply someone’s biased opinion.

We all see, and perhaps report, events in front of our eyes in different ways. We all have, often unconscious, bias. Some is passed down by our parents; some is developed from our own life experiences.

One of the problems in this day and age of having a free-for-all public stage in the guise of social media is that most of us shout from it, but few listen to it. We also tend to only consume media (of all kinds) from sources that we feel aligns with our own bias or ideology, instead of exploring and listening to what the ‘other side’ is saying and/or doing.

Anyway, getting back to my journal. I don’t really make many opinionated comments. I simply record what I’ve done that day. Right now, I’m going to get myself another mug of coffee.

Aches, Pains & Insomnia

I’ve got some bug which had left me feeling crappy all day, I’ve gone to bed early, taken some paracetamol and tried to settle down. Trying To SleepThing is, I can’t get comfortable  whichever way I turn, and I’m lying here wide awake at two forty  in the morning!

Actually  I don’t feel awake, but  sleep won’t make an appearance, so  I’m writing this instead. Don’t  just lie there in the dark. Do something to make you sleepy they say. So here I am.

Another Quarter Of A Thousand

Today, I made a false start.  I started my two hundred and fifty words during my lunch break.  I only got one sentence done, so now I’m starting over.

I don’t have any self-imposed rules about when I write. I could do just over ten words an hour to meet my daily goal, at any time of day.

It’s been another muggy day, but the weather is supposed to be about ten degrees or so cooler tomorrow. There are rain showers forecast in the afternoon too.

Kathy is still wrapped up in the Olympics. I really don’t get time to watch it, even if I wanted to, as I go out around ten a.m to work and don’t get home until almost nine p.m.

Bad Hair DayBy the time I’ve had dinner, and read emails, and written a blog post such as this, I’m starting to think about going to bed again!

It’s certainly been a big salad week.  I did have a Double Sausage Egg McMuffin this morning, as I was really tight on time, but for mu lunch I had a chicken salad, without dressing, and this evening another salad with some left over gammon. Both were very tasty, and it’s all good – a lot fewer calories, which means it didn’t hurt to have a small glass of red wine to wash it down with this evening when I got home.

I’m almost done with my two fifty today, but tomorrow is another day of course, and this one is winding down. Good night!