Plodging along....

I feel like packing a suitcase or two and heading out to who-knows-where. Just get on a bus and go...all over. Cross the ocean in a cruise ship. Go to Alaska and get out of the heat. Travel, travel, travel. I think I am bored, but there is so much to do! We humans are like that. We take our lives and complicate them all to hell. Boredom is not knowing which step to take next in the process. Write the book, go see the movie, call a friend. What next? Clock in at work and go home, run the rat race, feel bored. What is boredom? Where does it come from? I am inspired but there is so much noise around me that I can't think. Make other people keep silent? How fair is that? Not very. Rent a room for office space simply for the solitude I think I need? Not practical. Do the job! Get a monster set of earplugs and tune the world out so I can work! Music distracts. Every little breath makes more noise. Stop breathing! Be quiet!!! Turn off the damned television!!!!! Of course, each person living here has the right to breathe, live, watch tv, move around and suck up space. The pitfalls of living a family life. Clean out the spare bedroom and set up shop in there? No connection. Ah, pen and paper on the side of a mountain! There's the ticket. So, meanwhile, I mess around on the 'net setting up a blog that I may or may not use. Humans are such strange creatures.