Internal peace is finally descending upon me. It’s just me, my thoughts and my Mac. For once they are all happily united in a ménage à trois. Mostly they aren’t though, Me and my Mind don’t get a long, Mind and Mac don’t either, although having exchanged PC for Mac has somewhat improved the situation. It’s a well know fact that I don’t have any sense for what’s technical. Mention the word developer and I’m at loss, add server to it and you have got yourself a situation. A down and out server is something I have been tampering with for days now. And as the non-techie I am I’m rapidly loosing grip of the situation. Luckily I called in Reinout for support. As the Jack-of-all-Trades he appears to be able to assess the situation in an instance. A sense of relief fills me as his emails keep dropping in 11 at night. Typically they fill me with dread, knowing that he’s yet again challenged my inexperience, and ill-founded decisions. Sometimes… But this time I welcome his input and let him take charge.
On a different and much happier note, Victoria and I have been hunting frogs in our back-garden. What a wonderful past-time. Like there is nothing else in the world to do than hunting frogs. I forget all my server worries for a moment and let myself be consumed by the little creatures that have invaded our garden. Last night we did the same, and I came out the champion in frog catching. “I’m the champion, I’m the champion” I exclaimed, happy to at last have found something to be the best in.
Hunting for frogs