Let me preface this by saying that I do feel better today. Seriously I do. Not perhaps 100% so. But better.

So why am I annoyed?

Because in moderating communities I go to a great deal of trouble to explain my 'rules.' You can easily read them on the 'profile/info' page when joining.

I assume if you're at LiveJournal and able to post that you can read.

But I also assume that most people skip reading communities rules. They can't be bothered, you see.

Then if I happen to not be around to moderate, there goes the ball game...

Today I was there. So I linked the appropriate profile page and quoted one of the two rules that was broken by the newbie member.

I'll be interested to see the response (to say the least).

I should have just deleted the entry. That's what I wanted to do.

The icons shared were lovely. But still. There must be rules.

Damn how it bloody stews me. I'll assume it wasn't blatant. (Meaning I'm assuming this was a case of not reading the rules to begin with, rather than reading them and ignoring them.) But blatant or not, it makes me see red.

Plus, the culprit is one of those people who thinks that page fade ins is attractive. Heaven help us! (What was Microsoft thinking when IE allowed the damned things? Bleeding hell.)

On that unpleasant note, I simply must return to this horrid stack of work. Forgive my bad mood, please. Hell, I can't end that way... So...

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On a family note...

P.J. had to come into our bedroom in the middle of the night to share an 'interesting' dream he'd had. This has been happening a lot recently. Fortunately these many (many) dreams don't appear to be nightmares.

Ryan ryan_beaches is the most patient and sweet man alive, by the way. If you could see the way he is with the children you'd know what I mean!

Speaking of Ryan, he had to literally pull me off the computer (and online interactions) last night. Poor dear!

He'd worked out for about an hour (51 minutes, to be more exact) and had chilled after. I didn't take it nearly serious enough until he awoke shivering and telling me he was freezing. The room wasn't!

So I had to get him into long pajama pants and a tee with sleeves. Then bundle the blankets around him and put an extra one on top before he started to warm.

He had a terrible headache at the time, so I was convinced he was getting my flu bug. But this morning he insisted he was better and went off to work. (The man is something of a work-aholic, by the way.) I hope he is genuinely not ill. (Not that I don't believe him, but he had me a touch frightened last night.)

Perhaps if I hadn't been messing about online I'd have been able to be certain he didn't get chilled in the first place!

Caitlin drives Nanny Harry a bit bonkers at night, I'm afraid. It seems as if he'll go off to sleep and she'll awaken and head off to our room. She's amazingly adept at opening doors! (And doing so quietly, too.) Ryan says she might have a future as a cat burgalar. Ha!

Well then. Back to work! (I feel better the minute I talk about the family!)

Cheers!