Or I could write about new blogs I have been reading these days, via the recommendations on Google Reader. Or how I always seem to get totally hooked to ones the Reader never suggests, but I fortunately find on the Blogrolls of the others it does. I could write about this one blog in particular, which in my opinion is one of the best I have ever read, and how reading it for the past two days made me want to log in to my little space, and make an attempt at updating it.
Or I could just write about the change in my bus route and how awesome it is to walk back home from the stop, while there is sunlight. Or about Rover, the tiny Labrador puppy whose walk time coincides my walk time every evening. Or how the food menu in our office cafeteria changed to actually good tasting food. And how the shop in the cafeteria has started stocking ice cream again.
It could also be a rant about how I always wake up with a headache, and how no amount of sleep ever suffices, Or how unfit I feel now that I quit gym. About how I disagree to the hilt with the opinions on a number of blogs I read, but how I never comment, and continue reading anyway. Or how I have to wait right now, for The Dude, just to call to get an idea as to when I might leave after all.
There is a lot to write about. But instead, I choose to look out through the massive windows I sit facing, at the traffic moving at snail’s pace, and think how pretty the lights look. And how I would perhaps not be feeling the same way if I were out there. Once in a while, I glance at my phone to see if I have missed a call, which would eventually get me out for the day. Because I am tired, and sleepy.
But till then I have to wait. With a cup of coffee and a pack of Good day Choco-nut biscuits, which by the way are awesome, to give me company. Be patient. While away time. Type an incoherent post about what I could be doing.