I must have some kind of impairment with anything having to do with transferring files from my computer to my website. And I hate asking for help! I already did and thought it was working but went to do it on my own and well, the “thing” showed files being transferred but where they are, I have no idea! What I do know is that they are not showing up in my plugin section and I really am feeling <see the title>.
Well that was not too bad. I just changed the template to my blog and it has not yet been very painful. I’m uncertain about whether some code made the transition smoothly but I’ll know for sure by tonight and if it didn’t it won’t be world-ending–it’s fixable.
Regardless, the template that I fell in love with almost a year ago, though quite striking didn’t really have the bells and whistles to meet my needs. This one has an issue that if I can truly figure out how to adjust the code I’ll fix up but I’m loathe to start monkeying with code for fear of messing “everything” up.
I know weather talk is frowned upon but damn! it’s getting cold.
Last night was the first night when I walked Raven that the temperatures were so low that my eyes watered. And it was only 50 degrees! I’d forgotten how overly-sensitive my eyes are to the “cold.” I wish I’d remembered to be thankful over the summer for the lack of runny nose and watery eyes. <sigh> It’s gonna be a long one.
I don’t have an “official” work week and at first I saw that as a bonus.
Lately though I’ve realized how much I work online and how little I’ve tending to things offline. Yesterday, I “forced” myself to take a walk with my son and our dog even though I had a deadline for less than 2 hours later.
I just had to draw the proverbial line in the sand for myself and let go of the work for a short while. The fact is, like housework, my work online is never done. There will never be a time when I can say, “I’m all caught up so I can take a break now.” More likely what I’m going to have to continue saying is, enough is enough, you must have a life and make myself stop working and take a play break. <sigh> My inner workaholic is trembling in fear. I may have to hold it’s hand until it calms down about this.