Sweet sweat

Okay, I'm just a blogger tart. Ever since I've been back to blogging over the past couple of weeks, I've only had two comments. Now I know my posts might not have been the most interesting ones you've read this year or even today, but hey just a word or two is ever so encouraging - so get on there and say hi. Promise I'll return the favour and check out your blog.

I'm doing a management course at work. I didn't ask to go on this course and having not studied for approximately 40 years, I'm finding it quite stressful and more importantly, terribly time-consuming. I don't believe in half the stuff I'm learning. If I really made all those plans and lists and feedback forms in the course of a work day - well I'd never get anything productive done. So it's kind of difficult to give up my blogging time to wade through these politically correct exercises and try to give the answers they want.

Oh well, I guess it's good self-discipline. That's something I learned is important from the mangement course!

I'll just add a photo of me crossing the Blyth River (apologies for incorrect spelling in the Arnhem Land post but spellcheck filled me with self-doubt) and dream of days of sun and dust filled with real people who probably all manage to live happy and fulfilling lives without ever knowing about time-management.