Red-eyed and tired

...but otherwise OK. Think the red eyes are from sitting too long in front of the computer screen. I stayed late at work because I (thought I) had an appointment to ring one of our business managers and interview him at 8pm. Round about 7pm, I realised that it was next Thursday, not this Thursday, drat. And then I got a colleague on the phone who was telling me this and that, including the fact that, thirty years ago, he lived in New Orleans. It had its good sides and its bad, he said.

The tiff with Bud blew over, thank goodness. Part of the problem is we need a bigger flat. Now the latest thing is that his teenage daughter's been in touch after a radio silence of several months and a difficult patch where the two of them were at loggerheads (again). I better not say too much as one of my five readers knows Bud in real life but suffice it to say that I spent a few minutes this afternoon idly clicking on google search links to "manipulative daughters". King Lear came up time and again, which won't be news to all of you but it was news to me. I must have a look at that. And there were many other links that gave food for thought. I eventually resumed my work after typing in 'father-daughter' and reading about a special Millenium Essence that includes Broccoli Essence and is supposed to be good for daughters who feel abandoned by their fathers. Funny, I've been an avid broccoli-eater for years...

It's raining now, pelting against the window and I have to say, this is the most fluid piece of writing I've done all day. (So you can come to your own conclusions about the rest). The more I get into this course on organisational communication, the more I realise I'm working in the wrong place, in a sector that doesn't interest me and that this is a waste of precious life - the one I call mine.

If that wasn't enough, I've heard from Bud that scientists in America are now warning that all the ice at the Poles will have melted by 2060 if we don't do anything about climate change. At a pinch, I could still be alive then...

Heh, girl, cheer up. One last thing before I go off and read a book on high performance - I've downloaded Skype. You've got to try it: www.skype.com . I'm sounding like an advert now so I'll go. Check it out. See you.