copy cat

A certain friend of mine has apparently been 'blogging' for a lot longer than I gave her credit for ... and here I am, about to 'copy'.

I hate copying ... shows lack on individuality, expression, creativity etc etc ... but then realised by now at least, I dunno, a tenth of internet users (of which there are many) are blogging, and I can probably get over myself and my 'copying' ways.

Again, I'm with formerly 'in secret blogging friend' and her theory that perhaps this is about censored reflection for oneself, and possibly letting a few other friends in on another side of the story of my life.

I'm assuming, as with most internet-based technologies/programs, that this wont be too difficult to teach myself ... and as with all big technology-related mistakes, I am possibly wrong. Let's see.

In today's story, my working day began from home as a time in lieu sacrifice. So far I've been alternating between doing the work I am paid to do, looking out the window to see if the postman has come, housework, beginning preparation on the pumpkin soup and chocolate cake Donna Hay is going to help me make as part of a romantic dinner tonight, and considering, and reconsidering, what time I will grace the gym with my appearance this afternoon.

It's one of my favourite types of days ... doing things that I don't have to, I want to and I need to, all in one day, without any pressure to have it done by a certain time (though I suspect a certain partner may expect dinner sometime before 10pm tonight)

I bring forth no more reflections for my first post ... and will see how far this goes ...