There are days in life, it is said, that will become so troublesome there is no point in getting out of bed. I say nay. I say there are entire weekends in that category and now I know they can spill over into the following week.
After losing half of last week to what was a bad cold or light flu – take your pick – and mainly recovered by Sunday, I intended that day to catch up with a pile of email and other computer chores.
But among the surprises are two technology problems involving this blog and my email – big problems. I won't bore you with details but neither are simple fixes and unlike many necessary tasks that are only irritating and/or tedious, these are also crucial, detailed and difficult.
Well, difficult for me but not impossible. That's unfortunate. If they were impossible, I could justify spending money for someone else to do it. But (another) nay. I'm just half-smart enough to do this.
I understand the general idea for each and I've fixed similar issues in the past but not for a long time so they require a lot of reading, testing, time. Like all day. Maybe two days. Maybe more. Who knows what will go wrong or what I'll screw up and have to figure out how to fix before I can fix the original problems.
This sort of work requires a lot of cigarette breaks. Oh, wait. I haven't smoked tobacco in years. Damn.
You can probably tell that this kind of stuff, the kind that can go wrong with just one misplaced keystroke, makes me really bad-tempered. Yes, I know that doesn't help but it's baked into my nature so I've packed Ollie the cat's bag and sent him on vacation for a few days.
Well, not really but before I'm finished, he'll undoubtedly wish I had.
Heh. Look at that. I intended a short note to have a place to post the link (below) to today's Elder Storytelling Place story and got carried away. I'll shut up now.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Sharon Ostrow: A Muse