Saturday. I ran out of space on my ISP server yesterday just as I was moving the last file, the entry for the 25th, so it displayed as a blank page. Nothing to do about it but call tech support. They're upping my storage limit (for more money, of course), but at least it will finally cause me to look for another ISP and see what's available out there at what price. I suspect I've been paddling along here for too long and price and features have long since passed me by. Me oh my.
Spent an hour today looking for the local post office to pick up my reading glasses. Short but stupid story so I'll not relate it. Nice drive through the wind and the weather, though. No complaints; no ISP and no email either, but I've got my glasses. I picked up two dozen cans of the cat food Ms. Emmy is willing to eat. Would you bet she decides she doesn't like it now? Now that there are other animals in the house, maybe I'll just shuffle them between them, one doesn't like one, but likes the other.
Is the rain getting to you?
Felt like shit this morning, feel pretty good now in the early evening. Could have been the wine I drank last night. Hope it was. Not a drop in the house as I write. For the best I suspect.
I became annoyed with Internet Explorer the other day and switched to Firefox which I'm liking just fine. In looking at my artandlife site, however, I discovered I'd made a number of rude, crude, idiotic errors in my html which made it almost impossible to navigate from one (of the new panes) to another. They've been corrected now, but how slothful on my part. They suggest you test your code with more than one browser when you're playing at html.
There are browsers other than Internet Explorer and Firefox. Most of your hits come from people using Netscape.
And I'll get around to Netscape pretty quick, I'm certain of it.
Later. The tech at my ISP said he'd do what he could to open up my server space, but couldn't promise it would happen until tomorrow morning. I was able to move yesterday's entry up early this evening. Boy, howdy. Excitement like this doesn't come galloping down the pike the way it's been happening around here anymore. Maybe this trip out of my comfort zone(s) is working.