Its Thursday, June 12 2025, 3:12 pm, and I’m preparing to record my thoughts.
Its noisy, construction with excavators and diggers to flatten for building a road.
My neighbors are talking; manipulating to psycho brainwash, disturb mental equilibrium status.
They’re still going at it despite being 1 year on the roll.
I boil a packet of chicken flavored noodles.
I refill a bottle with room temperature water to keep in the fridge to make cold water.
I fill my kettle with tap water and boil this kettle of water.
I return to my seat to type out my thoughts.
Its 3:25 pm & I start praying my rosary because its Holy Hour.
4:35 pm and one rosary is completed.
Back to my usual projects at my desk.
Outside, the birds are still chirping. Probably the young nestlings who are calling out for their Mom or Dad to come and feed them. They’re in the huge tree within the compound of a gated community.
My thoughts are constantly being punctuated by the roar of engines and machinery in the nearby construction site.
I typed a short essay on a small trade fair of inedible products.
4:43 pm: I have to read the balance of my unread portions of this daily newspaper.
5:00 pm, its sunset and cool enough to go out to water plants.
5:05 pm, I’m pushing my trolley full of 2 liter bottles of tap water to pour on soil.
5:20 pm; and its done. Now to wheel in my trolley and refill my bottles for tomorrow’s repeat.
5:30 pm: time for my early dinner. I boil a packet of multigrain baked noodles, truffle flavor, for eating.
6:00 pm and I cut two small Royal Gala bag apples.
6:30 pm and I’m free to read a bit to finish today’s newspaper.
6:55 pm, time to research for ideas.
6:56 pm & I’m enjoying a mug of hot water while reading.
It sounds like you stay very busy.