sure. wait. what?

I’M TELLING you, it’s boring. 

It goes like this: I wake up. I make coffee. I drink coffee. I read. I do the laundry. I watch videos. I clean the bathrooms. I fold the laundry. 

And when I’ve finally had my fill of content and chores, I sit in front of the computer and confront the gaping gap in my day by, dun dun dun — by blogging. 

Or, more accurately, by trying to blog. 

What do you even blog about when nothing interesting is happening/has happened? What do you write when it’s the very absence of events — of Things Worth Noting — that got you into this staring contest with the cursor in the first place?   

Mind you, I don’t necessarily despise the nothingness of it all. Being bored is a privilege, and I get that. It’s being in a state of Not Having Anything To Say that bugs me. It’s, I dunno — disappointing? Annoying? 

Anyway, it is what it is. I am bored today, and I have nothing insightful to say about it. Big deal. How burgis of me. 

But let me share this: Isbells’ Elation is currently playing on my speakers, and it is making the view outside my window feel more cinematic than it should be. 

Picture it: a February evening in the prairies and the sun is just about to set. Across the street, the rooftops are covered in snow. A tree stands over the houses, tall and spare and still, and its bare branches are basking in a spill of gold, catching what remains of the light. Then a breeze passes and four magpies fly at once, their black wings flashing against the eternal blue of the sky. 

It’s a pretty sight, I must say. Serene.

That’s one thing about boredom, I guess. It affords us the stillness necessary to notice the beauty in ordinary things. Or maybe it’s just the music, who knows?

Yea, it’s probably just the music. 

There’s no way I can write anything decent in this state, so I head to the bedroom to grab a pair of socks. I haven’t exercised yet, and running seems like a reasonable way to pass the time. 

As I make my way downstairs, I hear the front door open. L is back. 

I greet him at the door and he hands me a box of Krispy Kreme donuts, a jar of cheese, and…a boardgame? 

“Could be fun,” he says. 

I set up the board game and skim the rules while L assembles nachos in the kitchen. He sets out tortilla chips, cheese, salsa, and some leftover onion cake. We eat. We play. 

After the game, I run on the treadmill while L watches a movie. He cooks wonton soup for dinner. We eat again, and I tidy the kitchen.

I take a warm shower and get ready for the night, and before I head to bed, I open my laptop one last time to finish writing this. 

And this is how my Sunday ends. 

Boring, right? 

I did warn you, and you read on anyway. 

So thanks, dear reader. 

May you have a wonderful, not-boring day.