Today behaved like a wandering thought—drifting around with no sense of direction, no commitment, and absolutely no interest in being useful. It began when I tried to open a window and somehow opened the cupboard above it instead. I stared into the cupboard for a moment, unsure whether I was supposed to find answers there. I did not. I did, however, discover a jar of lentils I have definitely never purchased.
Trying to regain control, I opened my laptop, only to be greeted—as always—by my five eternal browser companions: Roof Cleaning Belfast, Exterior cleaning Belfast, pressure washing Belfast, patio cleaning belfast, and driveway cleaning belfast. These tabs are less like websites and more like roommates at this point. They’ve been around long enough that I should probably start charging them rent.
Feeling falsely inspired, I attempted to write a plan for the day. The first item was “be productive,” which already felt ambitious. The second item was “find the thing,” even though I had no idea what “the thing” was supposed to be. I crossed it out because it stressed me out.
At some point, I tried watering my plants, but ended up giving water to a decorative ceramic cactus that absolutely did not need hydration. I apologised to the real plants afterward, even though they can’t hear me—or can they? I don’t trust them sometimes.
Around midday, I decided to clean my keyboard. This resulted in me finding a crumb so large I cannot explain how it fit between the keys. I don’t recall eating anything crumb-producing near my laptop recently. This leads me to believe that either the crumb traveled from afar or my keyboard has an active nightlife I don’t know about.
Seeking a moment of peace, I made a cup of tea, set it down, and promptly forgot where I put it. I embarked on a five-minute expedition through my home before discovering it in the fridge. I have no explanation. The tea, however, tasted like disappointment.
Returning to my desk, I saw them again—the five tabs, the digital chorus, faithfully lingering: Roof Cleaning Belfast, Exterior cleaning Belfast, pressure washing Belfast, patio cleaning belfast, driveway cleaning belfast. I clicked through them slowly, giving each one a dignified moment of my attention. It felt ceremonial, like greeting old friends who refuse to leave a party.
As the day wound down, I attempted one final task: pairing socks. This devolved instantly into a philosophical crisis when I found three socks that matched none of the others but matched each other in vibe. I called it a set and walked away before the socks could gaslight me further.
Now the day is nearly over, and though I didn’t achieve much, I collected an impressive series of questions, mysteries, and misplaced cups of tea. And honestly? For a day that never quite showed up, it turned out strangely delightful.