Coherence and Other Topical Allusions

There are no birthdays, but I was sure I had something to post, even if I have given over the “one liners” that could go here to Twitter.  Damned if I can remember what I was going to say, though, so I’ll just have to say other things instead.

I managed to get to the bank at last yesterday, to start a new account I can tie to PayPal.  Hadn’t been in there before, but I felt at home.

I forgot what else I was going to say.

Um…

After I have something for lunch, the plan is to do the part of the running I skipped yesterday.  Need to check the mail of the old business at the post office, and drop off a bunch of old baby clothes for charity.  They’re taking up space in the living room we could really use, and that’s only part of what needs to get out of here.

Meanwhile, five month old Henry is into 18 month sizes.  Such a delicate little thing.

It’s annoying when TwitterFox pops up exactly where I am typing.  That’s what I get for typing right in the browser instead of offline.

I’m eager to work out details, like price, of a couple of specific prospective money making opportunities.

I mentally compiled some questions for a potential advertiser, if I can remember them.  Not sure I like ambiguity of amounts involved, in return for loss of control.  Need to correspond on that.

There’s a complete lack of viable CotC submissions so far this week.  Need to flog that a little.

I spent about 10 minutes a few nights ago starting a blog at streamalum.com for people who used to work at Corporate Software and Stream, at least at the heyday headquarters in Canton.  That’s a peck on the side project, although it does have potential networking benefits.  Some others have accounts, but none have yet posted.

Have posts I want to write over at Bizosphere, feeling more inspired for that than for here today.  Also have work-related inspiration bubbling at the forefront of my mind, not quite but soon to be frustrating, or pop like a Real Estate 2.0 bubble, if not tended.

Okay, lunch and then lifting and carting and driving and stuff…

1. HOLY COW!  18 months?  I haven’t seen him in a while...apparently he’s getting big, as babies tend to do...LOL.

   Posted by Sharon  on  01/23  at  12:54 PM  from  Middleboro, MA
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