AND STRUGGLING with stubborn dissatisfaction. Things I don’t like and beat my head against the brick walls defending their obstinate unreason to try to change them. Sort of a metaphor for the political season, if you think of it.
But the new dryer is in at Casa d’Alger, and BTB is running on Expression Engine, albeit still sans comments.
This thing is more opaque to me than DNS. I’m still waiting for the “A-HA!” moment. It’s easier to use day-to-day, but building the infrastructure is a royal pain in the ass and counterintuitive to boot. Yagah!
But tomorrow is another day, and I have a 3-day weekend coming up — lots of them, as a matter of fact, as I burn up my remaining vacation days before the end of the year.
Who knows? Maybe tomorrow, the clamor of your myriad voices will once again ring in my pink, shell-like ears.
‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d.
Update: WE GOT COMMENTS!