06 Jun Bear with me…
My site went down a few hours ago—why I do not know. Perhaps because my index.php file mysteriously left for a long walk, still not to return. Or perhaps because of my current state of fuzzy brain. If you have amnesia, do you actually know when you are forgetting things?
On that topic, thanks for the concern about the head injury everybody—even private messages received encouraging me to get it checked out. I’m really touched—sincerely actually—even if only because you are alarmed that your daily dose of Sensitivity might be disrupted, or decline. And should I be affected, as opposed to“affecting” for the purposes of telling a good story, I will definitely seek professional help. Of the medical kind that is.
In the absence of a handy site backup, and the oft-delayed necessity of upgrading to WordPress 2.2, I have decided to upgrade, manually, so bear with me as I get back up to speed.
I should also say at this point caveat emptor. If you wish to work in WordPress, be aware that it is significantly more difficult than Blogger to maintain and install. But also significantly more powerful.
Luckily, none of the content, glorious content should have been affected—and I know you visit Sensitivity for the writing, not pretty pictures or amazing plug-ins.
And keep an eye out, for as soon as I get these technical matters under control I have a goodie for you all to read—at least in my opinion anyway. Yes, it will of course be about myself (isn’t that the definition of blogging?), and a little Whitman as well…
savannahPosted at 14:41h, 07 June
the time difference being what it is, you’re up and about..just read about your accident…hope all is well and nothing too serious happend…i’m looking forward to reading your goodie (as i sit here smiling)..be well, sugar!
Jaitra GillespiePosted at 18:20h, 07 June
I’m a little embarrassed about all this attention for my“injury,” especially seeing as one commenter, Sharani, went through something infinitely more serious. I meant only to point out that I’ve really been fortunate with regards to bumps and blows, and that it was something of a novel experience being muddle-headed for a day or two—or aside from a persisting headache, imagining I was. It seems that physically, were I a car I would be a a Lada—tank-like and able to take a major collision without looking any the worse, but admittedly not looking that good to begin with.