It’s funny how this blogging takes hold of you. Isn’t it? And so quickly, too. It used to be that I’d get up in the morning wondering if I’d got any interesting emails (although sometimes even the interesting was negotiable) from the dating site I was on… now, though, I have to decide whether to post something or just have a skim through the other blogs I like to read. Decisions, decisions.
Stats too… I’ve really only been up and running for 10 days, but my stat counter is telling me that there’s some interest being generated now (64 hits yesterday, beating my previous record by one!). So thanks for reading, returning to the site, posting comments, linking me, etc etc – it does mean that there’s some motivation to keep posting regularly. You must all be very, very bored, mind you.
Back to GG for a minute or two. That weekend is now a distant memory, although obviously we’ve been on a daily speaking/texting/emailing routine. We’re seeing each other on Saturday, but whilst it’s going incredibly well so far, I’m now getting into my usual mind-set as soon as something looks promising. Thinking about the impact that a relationship will have on my life (I really like my independence); thinking that I have to stop myself from getting involved in gratuitous sex (I really like sex, gratuitous or otherwise); and thinking about how long I wait before I let her meet the children (I’m very protective of the children… too protective, some people would say). Looks like I’m doing a little too much thinking again.
I’ve decided to work from home again today. The upside is that I don’t have to shave, I can wear anything I want, I don’t have to buy those crap sandwiches and I can have music playing – all day. The downside is that I don’t actually do much work. You might think it’s a no-brainer, but in reality I just heap pressure on myself for later. Like midnight later.
Right, I’m going to change the CD, give Puss a good brush as she’s moulting everywhere, and then try to apply myself. At some point I need to get some practice in on my sax. Oh, and do a little surfing.