Things never go quite as planned, so should we plan for the not quite as planned, and then be pleasantly surprised when it goes the way we wanted it all the time? Or will secretly wanting a different outcome change everything anyways? I have no idea, other then our programmable thermostats, programmable sprinklers, and PSE7 photos are not working correctly here.
This post is late, very late, and I got up early this morning to write it, and try and find the photos of lilacs that I had earmarked for it last night. Late last night… Seems like Photoshop7 is having some sort of snit, and it takes forever to load anything, la de da… and suddenly hours have flown by, and I find myself sleeping on the keyboard, with the imprint of the keys on my cheek, give up and go to bed. Thinking very unwisely that yes, I will get up at 6 am to write the post, and the photos will magically appear in Picassa like they have always done. Hmmmmpppf. Right. Well you know how that ends.
Sleep in till 6:30, stumble exhaustedly down the stairs. Load up the computer hoping against hope that the photos I processed in PSE7 last night are just going to show up, and… they don’t. So you end up seeing photos of the market at Caravan Theatre in Armstrong, from the weekend, because that’s all I can find. During this debacle, the heat comes on after I spent ages programming the thermostat, telling it that it’s cooking out there, and thank you very much we really don’t require any more heat for awhile. But no, it’s determined to heat up the house. Thanks. Look bleary eyed outside to see if the programmable sprinklers did their job, and no… they decided to take the week off. So everything is dry, and needs to be watered by hand.
Todays blog post was not brought to you by PSE7, or any sort of programmable device. See, not quite as planned.
Had any unplanned progress in your life lately?