tweaking, not speaking
I've been blog theme tweaking this morning. This is a good sign that I'm mentally tired at the moment. I have avoided actually creating anything new, because that would take more effort than my mind can manage. Nothing is happening in here (taps head), so I tweaked something that was already there (taps computer screen) instead.
I was browsing and reading miscellaneous things (typical low brain energy activity—new input for novelty, minimal actual effort from me) then suddenly became convinced, after visiting some other Bear blogs, that I needed to slightly adjust some elements of the existing theme on mine.
It's a common thing for me. Suddenly leaping into doing a thing that I had no plans to do two seconds before, and getting a bit obsessed over it for ten minutes.
Which as it turns out has actually been over two hours.
And it often ends up with me returning things to how they were in the first place, so the two hours has just been squandered pointlessly in the end.
But I wasn't doing much anyway, it being Sunday morning as I write, so at least it kept me entertained for half the morning. J isn't here to have given me any jobs to do at the moment either—she's away for a few days doing a stand at a craft fair.
I dare say some dusting or vacuuming before she comes home would have been a better way to spend the morning, but setting the page width and seeing how it looked after every 5 pixel change—until it was precisely how I wanted it—somehow took precedence this morning.
Having done that, I started writing this. Nothing imaginative, just a description of the pointlessness of my day so far.
But I suppose this is now 'creating something'. I've exercised some creation muscles by having to choose some words and find an entertaining (or at least readable) order for them to be in.
It's not much, but it is something I suppose.
I'll be knackered now.
NB: Did you spot the blog differences? Of course you didn't. The one's that have survived are the changed font, changed page width, and the changed colour of text. Subtle. And probably pointless.
Written by a real person, em dashes and all.
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