Still plenty of wind and rain. It was still breezy this evening, though it all seems to have gone quiet now. This evening I returned home in daylight rather than the normal winter murk and felt, at last, that we were leaving winter and coming into spring. In a few weeks we will be putting the clocks forward and drop back into winter. It always happens – just as I am getting used to the time again, they alter it and I will spend another three months unable to judge the time by the sun.
I did well at Mastermind tonight and beat all the contestants in the general knowledge round. This, of course, is easy to do when you are sitting at home relaxed. In font of a TV camera I would probably freeze and make myself look like an idiot in front of millions of people. I then fell asleep and made up for lat night’s poor sleep. It’s becoming a cycle. Sleep badly, sleep in the evening, fail to sleep at night, sleep in front of TV. It’s not good for me and it does little for either my conversation or my writing.
eBay was playing up today. We were unable to send an invoice to someone who was buying multiple lots and then it refused to0 upload photographs. It’s at times like these when you realise how much you rely on the internet. I tried all the normal fixes (variations on switching off then switching on again) but nothing helped. I’m hoping that the situation has improved by the time we start again tomorrow.
And that sums the day up – covid news, WW3 and the storm damage all passed me by, and I wrote about my poor internet connection. Life in the 21st Century.
I slept until close to midnight, posted this about 20 minutes after midnight and re-used a photo from last week. This is not how I saw blogging when I started off all those years ago.
WW3 reference struck home. I have to tell you, waking up at midnight from a nap, and then scrambling to post a blog would be a GUARANTEED way to keep me from sleeping the rest of the night. My brain would not shut off after that.
Making the sandwiches always gets my brain going, despite not being much of a challenge. 🙂
To be fair, there were American spellings on Wordle before the recent takeover. Mrs T enjoys Wordle because she beats me almost every day.
I sympathise with your out of tune sleeping. Trying to get a good night’s rest is a hard task as you get older. You would think that it ought to get easier.
Yes, logic says that as you practice, things should become easier, but it doesn’t seem to work that way.
I never started doing Wordle, so all I know is that it was developed, caught on, was bought out and now some users ar complaining. Most of my knowledge of current affairs comes from skimming internet headlines as I flit from page to page. 🙂
Mrs T enjoy a mildly competitive effort every day. It only takes a few minutes and provides gentle entertainment. They can choose whatever words they like as far as I am concerned.
“mildly competitive” is the key. It is a concept that would take too much explaining . . .
There maybe a little satisfaction expressed if anyone else than me wins (which is most of the time).
I got several pointless answers on Pointless tonight, so am currently feeling pleased with myself. having recently catalogued a selection of US Presidential Quarters I am quite clued up on them. It won’t last . . .
Pointless answers are very good. I never get any.
Martin van Buren scored points this time – too many people brushing up on their Presidents of the USA
Do you play Wordle?started out by a smart British guy and now I’m sure will be pounded into oblivion by the upstart paper from nyc…
I have never played it, but I have seen some discontent because American spellings are starting to appear. More First World problems! 🙂
People have been getting quite upset about it. My view is that they should have bought the game if they wanted to keep the English spellings.
“And that sums the day up – covid news, WW3 and the storm damage all passed me by, and I wrote about my poor internet connection. Life in the 21st Century.” – Profound
🙂 Thank you Derrick.
I am not fond of the clocks changing myself. Cat stomach clocks do not recognize Pacific Daylight Time or Pacific Standard Time, and do not adjust well. They are happy to be fed earlier when the clocks roll forward in spring, and are not happy at being fed later when the clocks go back in autumn.
Same for me to be honest. 🙂
And blogging has become more and more annoying with WordPress’s instance on letting twelve year olds ‘improve’ things.
🙂 Indeed it has, However did we manage in the days when we just typed and words appeared? No blocks, no editors, no hassle . . .