Getting back into the driving seat

Damn, Blast, Bother, Knickers and Spit!

It's after two o'clock and not a child in the house washed.

I wouldn't mind but I have been up since half six, as the old sleep pattern has gone haywire for some reason.  I'm getting to sleep nice and early but I keep waking at ungodly hours and finding myself wide awake whereupon there is nothing for it but to climb out of bed and start the day.  I suppose if nothing else, it makes Penny happy.

Anyhows, since half six I have been a little busy.  Just a little project that I have been working on which involves a fair bit of coding and half a ton of web searches.  The project is now pretty much finished, apart from applying that final coat of varnish and sweeping the dust off the floor [but not in that order – I fell into that trap before!]. 

So I have thrown the project out of the nursery and out into the Big Bad World where it can damn well learn to walk and fend for itself.  I know it's tough out there, and if the project gets eaten alive or beaten to death then that's just tough shit.  I did my bit and can do no more.

Actually I have been working on the project for the past few days and have thoroughly enjoyed myself.  The only problem is that I have been somewhat distracted and haven't really thought much about this poor neglected site.  I have been too busy to bother with Twitter or the meeja, and have even neglected to read some of my favourite ports of call.

But I'm back now.

I'll probably be bored out of my skull by late afternoon.  I may even snooze a bit if the old Restless Legs let me.

Full steam ahead and back in full swing tomorrow.

If I can gat a damned night's sleep tonight.

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Getting back into the driving seat — 10 Comments

    • Welcome, Mark!  Mostly HTML, PHP, MySQL, with a drop of shell scripting thrown into the mix.  My first language [self taught] was BASIC and then [professionally] COBOL [*spit*].  The project above was 99% PHP and MySQL.

      • Don't know why you *spit* at COBOL. Wrote this myself for over 20 years. I'm sure it kept you in ciggys and Guinness when you were a lad

        • Welcome Bangalored!

          Meh!  I can't respect a language that requires about fifteen lines of code just to say "Hello World".  It was designed to allow idiots in management and accounts to understand what the code was doing.  The only thing I can say about using the language was that it was a relief to move to another, less verbose and more versatile one.   

  1. Sleep is so vital. Someone or something wakes you up, sometimes you can't get back to sleep – grumpy, knackered next day and midday snoozes don't help. I've always thought that if they want to torture me one day, sleep deprivation is the way to go.

    • Tell me about it!  It just happens the odd time that the sleep gets erratic.  I have averaged about six hours a night since the middle of last week.  Tomorrow I might sleep past midday or I might be up at six again.  Maybe I'll just polish off a bottle of whiskey tonight and quietly pass out 'til tomorrow afternoon sometime.  Sounds like a plan?

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