I’m fully armed. I could be dangerous, but not in this blog. Netbook, cellular modem (in case the wi-fi isn’t), bag, sunglasses. It’s really all I need to write. Girlfiend took over the bathroom – it’s her office now, and the wi-fi works great in there.
Today I’m at the supermarket. Not to shop. There’s a nice workspace here. Moderately quiet. A handy coffee dispensary right next to it. More than enough food and drink right there if I need it. So I don’t. Helps me keep my girlish figure, what there is of that which is not solely in my long-term memory or imagination.
It’s a gray day outside. There’s an exit door right there in case of an emergency need to get out. Not needed today. Today the glass door is the portal by which I can see the gray. It’s helping to get the work done. The sun promised has not arrived, and that was expected to be followed by a three-day rain-a-thon. No wonder alcoholism is a workplace hazard for meteorologists.
There’s a fake fireplace. It does not radiate heat. I’m chilled. It limits the time I can spend in that timeless, limitless place called cyberspace that I’m sharing with you now. I’m reminded of when I was dead. I was dead for way more than 6 minutes once. Fortunately I was tended by medics who knew how to keep my brain alive. That was cold too, but I’ve learned to limit what I write about that, because the experience conflicts with the deeply held beliefs of many others. Fortunately, now, getting warm is a much easier task than it was when I was dead. Sadly I was not capable of it then, but now I am able to simply remember the hug I got this morning. I’m very glad about that hug, and I wish that everyone on earth had gotten a hug like that this morning. But I know that many didn’t, and wishing for a thing does not make it so.
I want to go back to my office now. That was, after all, the purpose of coming here. To make me want to go there. But something is holding me back, and making me write this instead. It’s the gray. A holding place. A Zen state. Punctuated by passing small children, their shopping parents, and supermarket employees on break. And now a last cup of coffee, after which I’ll get back into the gas-powered vehicular system that will transport me back to what I now appreciate as a much better environment, filled with compute power, pleasant environment, and warmth. There I will work for a while. Until I want to write more. And then, I will write.