Today is off to an excellent start. There are two children fighting over a remote in the other room and my thoughts can barely happen. The big thing that is waiting for me is I have to drag a trashcan with no wheels down the lane, and that is going to be a ton of fun.
I was watching a YouTube video yesterday that was talking about how people process information and that the average person can type 10 words a minute and speak 150 a minute. That frightened me because 10 words a minute is frighteningly slow. It is alarming. Those people would never make it in the typing pool. With how much modern life relies on typing I am surprised it is that low.
I am also not sure if speaking works better for me than typing. My thoughts get clarified through the typing process and there is the shear amount of background noise I live with. I left the children silent in the front room and ready to watch TV and then they went to full blown fighting. If I were trying to dictate my thoughts nothing would come out.
It is amazing I can type more than 10 words a minute with this amount of noise. This is why I like being up earlier than this. This is madness. It is insanity. I am 10 seconds from completely losing my mind. I have locked myself into a task and I admit because of reading about the 10 words a minute thing I am typing a little faster than normal. I want to feel those words flying off my fingertips.
I am at just over four minutes left in this ten minute exercise at this point. I should think more about that trashcan. It needs to be replaced. Amazon sells 45 gallon trashcans, but I have no idea how large the city trashcan is. Dragging a trashcan with no wheels down the lane every Tuesday morning is not going to be fun. It would have been nice if whoever hit it had left a note so their insurance could pay for the replacement.
This is the second time we have had a trashcan wheel fall off, and it goes to show we live in a neighborhood that wasn’t designed for modern cars. I don’t know if the cars in the 50’s were that much thinner than modern cars or if whoever designed the neighborhood still thought in terms of horse and buggy, but the roads don’t work for having two cars passing, let alone a street filled with construction workers, landscapers, and other people parking along the side.
It is a strange thing and it all led to me having a trashcan with no wheels. I am certain I typed more than 10 words a minute as in 30 seconds this will be done. We are almost there and this morning I want to type for the full 10 minutes 3, 2, 1…
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