She don't mind the late night radio

Another late night (well, not *late*, but late enough considering the time I usually get up in the morning) ramble coming up I think.

A decision (but no action) has been made on the Big Questions. Although some people are likely to call it a cop-out. On the moving out question, I've decided I'm going to actually make that happen this time. Of course, I'm still as picky, poor and lazy as before (not wanting to settle for anything less than a high class penthouse, and not being able to afford much more than a converted garden shed) but every day I have to get up at 6:30 will remind me that if I lived in York, I could sleep until nearly 8.

The cop-out bit is that I'm going to put off the other main decision until towards the end of the initial lease on the flat (likely to be 6 months if I can). I'll see how everything works minus the travel and with more socialable activity. Chances are that at that point I will decide to actually move on anyway, even if there is nothing particularly wrong with where I am by then... simply because scripting data transfer isn't what I want do for the rest of my life, but neither do I want to move in the only direction possible if I stay where I am - out of hands on involvement and into people management and petty pissy office politics about the scripting of data transfer. Maybe I'm one of the only people in the world who romanticises programming, and considers some forms of it considerably more exciting than others. And unfortunately, data transfer scripts for financial institutions is quite probably the least exciting form of programming in existence.