Nonsensical whims

I do not often write about my daily activities.

Not because my days are boring [one would hope], and not because they lack in excitement or memorable event - but rather, it is because if I were to start recording my day in writing, I would be inclined to feel the need to do it all again the next day, and the next, and so on... and I know from experience that I will not live up to that self-imposed expectation.
I don't know why I ever entertain such expectations, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am somewhat of a devotee to details, and a lapse in the story of my life, once begun, just wouldn't do for my 3 devoted blog followers... And I cannot bear to subject them to such inconsistency!

Of course, I am in jest.
I don't think it would bear much importance at all, really.

I have deduced something, though; I much prefer the challenge of organizing thoughts - taking things invisible and unobserved and building them into structures, with words - than the task of faithfully recording daily activities, for to me, that can become a mechanical observance.

Thoughts appear to me to hold a great deal more mystery than actions; they are still in need of expression, or translation, while actions are self-explanatory, and evident.
And, all things taken into account, thoughts precede actions, so therefore one could conclude that the quality of one's thoughts are of definite relevance to the quality of life one lives.

I also enjoy challenging myself to employ 19th century English grammar and vocabulary, on certain occasions...

That is all.