Monday 5th May 2014by Chelsea
(Blog is mostly fixed now, if slow. Wrote the following when my eye started twitching from lack of access.)
I am writing this with a BROKEN BLOG. I know I’ve been light on the posting, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Photojournal! Yes, yes, I’ve managed to do better with Instagram what I always wanted to do with you, but you still have a very important place in my life, don’t leave me!
Our seven year old Mac Mini, which has hosted my blog (and the SLF site, btw, ahem), died in the middle of an episode of Game of Thrones last week. Michael took it to the Mac store where they graciously fixed it for free, but then it died again four days later, which I’m told means the hard drive is toast.* We have everything (well, almost everything, see previous parenthetical) backed up so I am not in a state of deep mourning at the moment, but I am agitated and uncomfortable knowing that it’s all in an inaccessible internet oubliette. I also harbor a fear that some old long-lost internet friend will try to access the page while it’s down and think it’s gone forever and never try to access it again, because I am a drama queen and apparently need to panic about everything.
Of course, by the time you read this, the crisis will have passed and I’ll be on to another predicament. Maybe I’ll be complaining about this foot that’s been out-of-order since last summer. Or I could be worrying about the Pagan Unity Festival I’m signed up to attend next month. Grumbling about my commute? Vacillating on whether to buy an apartment in a cohousing community? Wondering if Michael’s going to decide we need to move to Sweden? Who can say?
Only Future Me knows. Who is Present Me, now. I bet I will have be liking to know things.
*but like toast.