Why I usually don’t need a time machine on a Tuesday

Terrible Tuesday today. No, not terrible as in ghastly and horrible! No… terrible because I can’t think of a topic to write about. It seems to happen very regularly with me, but most often on Tuesdays. And it has been a long day.

One solution to this lack of ideas problem would be not to post on a Tuesday, but this would abruptly end the PostADay challenge, so that isn’t even an option at the moment.

Another solution would be to use the suggestions over at the Daily Post, and write about whatever inspiring topics are over there. I always seem to visit on the days when the topic is quite random and/or something I can’t use. I suppose today’s ‘if I could be a pilot’ isn’t a bad topic, but I can’t think of anything that I would actually like to pilot, so it’s a bit useless for me right now… so this is another option out of the window. Although, I may come back to this later…

I could revisit an old post, and provide an update, but as this blog isn’t one year old yet, it may be a bit too soon for that. Maybe next year, so this is also a no go area at present.

I could moan about current affairs, but I don’t want to. I could review a recent TV episode of something, but I haven’t seen TV for a while, or I could write about some favourite music I’m hearing; but again nothing is coming to mind. Nothing worthy of a blog post anyway…

If I’d had a quicker day at work, and my mind had been used more, maybe something would have fired and ideas would be flowing through my fingertips to type. As it happened, I was at my desk twiddling my thumbs for about six hours, and the day was made even longer by the fact that I had arrived half an hour earlier than usual, by setting off five minutes earlier than usual.

Of any day to use a time machine, today would not be one of them. There was more than enough time without the need to travel backwards half an hour, and I managed that this morning without the time machine anyway. So, I won’t be going back to the ‘pilot’ option after all. You’d think with an abundance of time, the ideas would be flowing, but no, it doesn’t work that way with me. If I was really busy, things would spring to mind that I could forget about, but when I’m quiet, my mind goes to sleep.

I think between 9 and 12 this morning, I was caught up in my own time loop, and each minute seemed like an hour. I can twiddle my thumbs a hundred times a minute, and counted the twiddles over and over again. The word ‘number’ was mentioned 67 times – not that I was counting this, I was counting my twiddles, but it was something I’d noticed.

I suppose one good reason for having a time machine would be to go back (or forward) to a better Tuesday, but if I did that, I’d be missed on this one. Not that there was anything to actually miss, but how would I know if I wasn’t here?

Time’s a funny thing. At times, I always want more of it. And when I have more time, I can’t think of anything to do. Still, at times like these I can say they are very relaxing, which in itself isn’t a bad thing.