Gaining in confidence

I have been getting a sense of achievement in writing these blog entries so far, and have been in that excited newbie state. I have only shared the URL with a few people and deliberately left it off the search engines.
Having paddled in the shallow end for a while, I have reached the point of considering a wider distribution of my words. Gentle readers have emailed me their kind impressions of the blog overall, but none have as yet used the comments feature for individual entries... I am ready for both comments and "constructive" feedback. Here I sit, with my comments moderation settings all configured and no comments to moderate.
By the way, my weekend has started already and I am relishing my night in. I am sitting here sipping a glass of wine, with a glass of water on the side. It's all about the pacing. I had a good work week, a bit tiring (despite my limited hours -- more than last week). I even contributed a technical suggestion at a meeting today and was told that it was a good idea. Go me.
I have been surfing the web, checking facebook, and chatting to two aunts. Jane is a bit of a worrier, and the other aunt hates talking on the phone. Not just to me. One of her many sons said to me years ago after collecting me for my annual visit to his mother's for Christmas, "what is it with his mother/my father and their siblings? They do not really do phone conversations."
[Pops rang me the next evening (it has been a week of contact with family, making up for long silent period). He had news to import having decided to look after a chore for me that I never got around to completing... Having done that and gotten in a dig or two, he then got restless. "You want to end the conversation, don't you?" I asked. Embarassed chuckle but then "ok, I am not calling you Tuesday. This call takes care of that."]
Seriously, I come from an unusual set of relatives -- on both sides. Don't we all?
With regards to the net surfing, which I have continued to do, along with shopping and napping, I have decided after reading http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/aug/12/speedos-fashion that I shall be avoiding French pools, at least the ones where all the big-bellied, old men hang out.