Pretty In Pink

Not a good Blip and apologies for that. Still, they are pretty.

Next week is Easter and that means (amongst many other things) I get Friday off from my Java Course. This would be a source of some Joy to many people, however, the People-Who-Know-Better-Than-Me have decided that a day off is just not on. And so, instead of 8:30 - 4:30 next week, we're doing 8:30 - 6:07 just to make sure we're getting all the goodness out of the course. I think it's the 7 minutes past that are sticking in my craw. Not six o' clock. 7 minutes past 6.

I can't be sure, but whoever came up with that is probably fond of arranging meetings from 8 to 9 in the morning or 5 until 6 on a Friday afternoon. There are several words for people like that.

Yesterday's song was Papa Don't Preach. I haven't had time to find, translate, durchlese, korrigiere and post, so that'll have to wait until tomorrow. Meanwhile, I have a free evening ahead of me and all I want to do is sleep.