Ponderings of a Sunday afternoon

Yes, I know it isn't literally Sunday, but that is how it feels to me. I've just been for a morning interview (Won't say where ... yet.) and I've got the rest of the day to myself. A couple of nutrition bar wrappers lay on the floor as I get to grips with the cold (15c in the flat) and try and work up the mental strength to update one of my web sites.

As I type this, the machine goes, "tring!" and another e-mail lands in my in-box. My eyes fly straight to the guestbook folder. Relief, it didn't land in there, but more on that later. It was a Dilbert cartoon. Why I subscribe to American humour still escapes me. Most of it misses me completely, but at least todays does bring a wry smile to my face.

Much work to do tomorrow. I'm a volunteer treasurer and have to present my reports ... but more on that tomorrow if I get the chance to blog it. The work is done; the paperwork prepared and signed off by the auditors. I just have to face the members now.

At the moment, my heart hangs heavy as the relationship I am in is causing me concern. Well, what relationship doesn't cause concern! But that is a long story as well. Come back in a century when I've worked out what men are all about. Venus calling Mars ... come in Mars.

Time, I think, to put my laptop on the table, sit down with a cup of tea and get to work. I've got many pictures to put up on the web site, and they all need processing. Perhaps I can take some time to think, and try and work out my next move in this game of chess called life.

The in-box goes, "tring" again. Spam mail. An invitation to a local BDSM club; the second this week, they must be desperate or something. At least it isn't another guestbook attack. Damn those guestbook spammers; they've got me all of a dither. Got to get those monkeys off my back. I've already had a few of their sites and accounts taken down. It's mostly Korea, Poland and Russia now.

Now ... where did I put that kettle?