about on the blog, I'm thinking "hmm, that would do a nice post" and
when I have the opportunity to write, where's 'it'?
And now is one of those moments. And yet I keep writing although I
have no clue what I'm going to write about.
Ok, so back to useless randomness. I'm on the train from London Bridge
to Charing Cross. Every working day is the same thing. I'm slightly
later than usual, but still the same route. I decided to go to the end
of this long train to walk a bit more. And get on an emptier carriage.
It's raining. Sort of. And cold. The train is warm at least. Still I'm
planning to walk from Charing X to work (about 20 min walking fast).
Walking makes me calm down. And think about nothing or nothing
important at least. And I can also check on people and things and have
stuff to write on the blog. Of course, I'll forget about them, but at
least I'll think about stuff.
Very random stuff: there's a lady with the sausage dog on the train.
The dog is SO old that is has grey hair. It makes me think about why I
don't have pets. I don't deal well with death. And pets will probably
die before you, unless you are 80 years old and get a puppy.
That's it. There was something else but my brain works faster than my hands.
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