Sundays aren't meant to be this productive...
Sure, for the majority of Australia's workers it was Monday, but not according to
my weekend.
And sure, I didn't get everything done that I wanted, or needed, to ~ there's still laundry in the basket, dishes in the sink & an annoyingly loose part on
OBluV8's dashboard that I'll get around to fixing one year
(it's not life-threatening, nor a mechanical impedance, so it can wait!), but I did take some photos, photoshop them, post them, do some essentials shopping, spend 30 minutes in supplication under
Ra & still find time to have an enjoyable interview with a prospective employer
(with offices in at least 3 states!!) at a
great caffe in Rozelle ~ which betrayed its Italian origin by spelling caffe the Italian way...
shame LJ or f#%*ing Microsoft don't have a European accent keyboard feature that's easy & convenient to find & use... grumble grumble...A good interview with results to be known in about a fortnight
(!!!). So, I'll be lifting & shifting BBQs for a while longer, it would seem.
A phone call from an admired singer this evening with an interesting & potentially exciting offer... I've been invited to audition for her band, who may be playing in Europe later this year.
So... does this mean I should finally get a passport!!??
Ivy, like optimism, grows all year 'round...
( And some others from today's photographic, monochromatic fantasy )