Busy Doing Nothing Much

Today is another of those days where I'm sure that I had an idea for a post, but it is somehow eluded me.  So, I'm left struggling to come up with something.  But I'm stumped.  I'm all out of inspiration today.  I'm tired of writing about the pandemic - it's been handled abominably by the government and all the progress made in controlling it during the lockdown has been thrown away and now we have every crackpot in creation spouting their half-witted conspiracy theories and defying social distancing measures.  Likewise, the government - they are useless fuckwits, led by a moral degenerate and are undoubtedly corrupt to boot, (just look at the way Covid-related contracts are being awarded).  Ditto Trump - fat, orange, stupid and a Nazi.  What can I add to that?  There are films I could be talking about, but having posted that marathon of a piece about Eyes Behind the Stars yesterday, I'm not in the frame of mind to repeat that experience so soon.  It would help, of course, if I was actually doing anything right now to give me something to write about.  But I'm not.  Thanks to the pandemic, my supply teaching career is in limbo before it has even started and the weather has turned sufficiently unpleasant to put me off of outdoor activities. I spent quite a bit of today reading, which is nice, but not anything to post about.  I've also done a bit of work on the model railway, but nothing significant.  I've also spent too much time involved in a depressing and frustrating dispute with the council and now have to decide whether to pursue it to the next level or just settle it now and get it out of my life - for people that are meant to be public servants, they really are a bunch of arseholes.

It isn't that there aren't things I could be doing: wiring up the model railway, for instance.  Or actually getting going on renovating my kitchen.  Then there are model railway locomotives waiting to be resprayed and lined.  Not to mention that general clear out that I never seem to quite get into.  The trouble is that I rather like doing nothing.  Moreover, I'm enjoying the fact that I'm no longer in constant fear of my work phone ringing at all hours to tell me to go and do something potentially dangerous and encroaching upon my non-work hours outrageously.  It means that I can actually relax without fear of my chain of thought being interrupted, let alone my meals or shopping.  The trouble is,though, with unlimited time at my disposal, I tend to get too busy doing nothing.  I really do need a new focus - something to motivate me to get out of bed at a reasonable hour, instead of waking up and realising that I've slept half the day away, not leaving myself enough time to get properly started on anything.  In fact, as a first step, I really need to readjust my sleeping patterns, so that I wake earlier (and don't just switch off the alarm, turn over and go back to sleep).  So, that's where I am right now - in a kind of limbo.  Not the unpleasant limbo I was in before I decided to take a break from my job, nor when I was ill a couple of years ago.  This is, in its own way, quite pleasant.  Which is the problem really - my contentment levels are actually quite high and the bank account glowingly healthy, giving me little incentive to do anything decisive.  Not only that, but the current situation with the pandemic makes doing anything else pretty difficult: travel is complicated, socialising is complicated.  Sitting tight is pretty much the only option right now - it is a case now of finding something purposeful for myself which can be done while sitting tight.  I'll give it some more thought.