Looking ahead

Today is the last day before things go a little wild. There’s a lot on this week, even more the week after and… well… don’t get me started on the rest of April.

Fortunately, a lot of it is nice stuff. So, busy, but nice.

And yes, there’s work in there too, but there are social events and occasions and and and…

So today, I took a bit of time out for a run, which turned out to be fastest of the year. Fastest of the year – so far, at least. And then it’s been a lot of prep work: cameras, diesel, meeting minutes, Whatsapps and emails.

As there is some time away from Chez 6000 coming up, there will have to be some scheduled blog posts as well, and we all know that they can sometimes be a bit challenging.

Just one more thing to worry about.

But don’t worry. I’ll make it all happen.

Almost certainly.

A scheduled post to test my scheduled post settings

You know that I’ve been doing this daily blogging thing for an awfully long time. But because sometimes I’m travelling or I’m out of range (because that’s something that can happen a lot in South Africa) or I’m just a bit knackered; and because WordPress has a nice reliable system to make sure that I can write in advance and then publish when I want, I schedule a post (or two) to go out and keep that daily record going.

I don’t think it’s cheating, for the simple reason that cheating involves breaking rules, and there are no rules when it comes to this sort of thing. Even if they were, I would make them, and I’d just include “You can schedule posts” as one of them.

So we’re all good.

Until I wrote a post yesterday, and:

WordPress just ignored my request to publish this post this morning. No apology, no warning, no explanation. And what’s more, when I rescheduled it to see if it was a one-off, it failed again.

Maybe it was just that post though, so I’m going to write another one (you’re reading it), schedule it for a few minutes into the future, and see what happens.

If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to work out why it hasn’t worked. And if it does work, I still won’t feel that I can trust WordPress 100%. But that’s anxiety for another day.

So… let’s see what’s going to happen, shall we?

UPDATE:

Oh dear.

Don’t forget…

…that you’re supposed to be doing a blog post each day.

It’s late and you’ve been busy, I get it.

That gas hob wasn’t going to buy and install itself. United weren’t going to win at Portsmouth without your support, and yes, that was an absolutely superb braai.

The steak was especially good.

But don’t forget that you still need to sort a blog post before bed.

Ok?

Long Tuesday

It’s been a scorcher of a day, and it’s far from over.

Two meetings – one at school and one in the neighbourhood – will keep us out until after 9, and honestly, I could really do with being in bed already. The heat is manageable in the short-term, but draining overall.

It seems likely (and sensible) that I head to bed early this evening, what with the 18 (eighteen) simultaneous Champions League ties to look forward(?) to tomorrow evening. It’ll surely be a late one.

Currently, I’m in a car park (not that one), waiting for Art Class to finish, and going through some photos looking for one to put on my office wall. Something big and colourful. I’ve found a lot of big, and a lot of colourful, but the circles apparently only just overlap. And you can’t have something second-rate on a wall you see each and every day. It needs to be good and it needs to mean something. I’m struggling with the brief.

And so maybe I’ll wander over to the far side of the field and watch a bit of cricket.

The last bit of relaxation before a hectic evening.

14 up

Twice the famous lemon and lime soft drink.

Fourteen years of (at least) a post a day, as mentioned here.
And there are no signs of stopping [audience groans].

Obviously, that’s far too many posts to go through individually, but we have had:

Some football
Some lockdown exercise
An occasional view
Some menacing trains
A bit of physics
Much parenting stuff, and
That Chinese restaurant

Stick with us (it’s actually just me, sorry) for much, much more. Probably.

Here’s to the next fourteen years.