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Jan. 25th, 2012 10:19 amMy weather sense is informing me of something, but it's not quite sure what. The only thing it's certain about it that the Bureau of Meteorology is probably wrong.
My work sense is telling me to work hard, but it can't make up its mind on what. I have a half dozen choices in front of me and the sense of urgency doesn't demean itself with hints.
I shall ignore both of them, drink coffee and chicory (since my coffee has problems) and gradually wend my way through lists. This is what lists are for, after all, to give direction when the inner direction fails.
Although I wouldn't mind knowing what my weather sense is trying to tell me.
ETA: It's lunchtime and the BOM has caught up with me. We have patchy storms this afternoon. Small and vagrant and unpredictable.
My work sense is telling me to work hard, but it can't make up its mind on what. I have a half dozen choices in front of me and the sense of urgency doesn't demean itself with hints.
I shall ignore both of them, drink coffee and chicory (since my coffee has problems) and gradually wend my way through lists. This is what lists are for, after all, to give direction when the inner direction fails.
Although I wouldn't mind knowing what my weather sense is trying to tell me.
ETA: It's lunchtime and the BOM has caught up with me. We have patchy storms this afternoon. Small and vagrant and unpredictable.