And Then All Done…

   I done do believe I’m all through with annual preparations and had wot I believe is another insight into an ever ageing head.
    How? Well, if I had/have even the simplest of tasks planned for the following day this results in a constantly interrupted nights sleep owing to constantly waking with the task going through ma heed and how it’ll be done to achieve a satisfactory conclusion. This applies to even tasks done many a time before.
   This goes as far as completing a task, let’s say writing a letter, sealing and stamping the envelope ready for posting next day. Guess wot; waking all the time with such as did I date it January or February? 2024 0r 2023?
   Did I use the correct closing? Faithfully? Sincerely? Damn. Hour after hour until I’ve finally convinced myself all was as it should be. Man I’m tired. 

By way of a break something else crept into my ageing brain for reasons not yet fully understood. And that would possibly have been triggered by all the rubbish pouring out of the televisual receiving device. I’m open to correction but wot popped up was something I seem to remember reading many a moon and climate change ago and that was that there were only eight stories in the world and every book, play, film and serial were all variations on one or more of those eight ideas. Hard to believe yet easy to believe when you take on board the plots of all of wot you read or watch.

Quote; Ambrose Bierce.

"Brain: An apparatus with which we think we think."

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"Maybe if we start telling people their brain is an app they’ll start using it."