So far my day is off to a glorious start.
Starting with this horrible nightmare I had last night that involved falling through thin ice and sinking like a stone as I stared helplessly and frantically up at the cause of my soon-to-be-quick demise, I end up waking up to a racing heart, utterly convinced that I was about to die. Thankfully, I woke up in my own bed and next to my sleeping husband. Catching my breath, I was about ready to settle back down when another lovely occurrence in nature visited.
The song “I Enjoy Being A Girl” could NOT have been written by one. Lies!! LIES!
So I took something for discomfort, went back to bed, and slept . . . past the appointment I was supposed to have with my acupuncturist. They called, and I didn’t call back yet because I’m just not in the mood to deal with anyone. Even Husband is getting a bit of a cold shoulder this morning, but I can’t help it. I’m annoyed. I’d rather give him the cold shoulder than bite his head off, and he understands this.
But okay, so nightmare, Girl-itis, missed appointment, and then I settle with my laptop trying to put a CAPTCHA on my contact form page. I fail. I just can’t figure out coding. I hate coding. I’m not a programmer or coder or anything and I would never claim to be. I can fake a little CSS now and then, but this just pisses me off! It makes me want to poke my own eyes out.
I don’t want a complex captcha… just a human verifier thing. You know those “Are you human?” questions? I want one. A simple one. And I just want to activate it as a plugin and have it work. *cries* Why have the Internet Gods forsaken me?!
At least one good thing happened: I built a nice fire. With snow coming now, a fire in the morning (or early afternoon, as the case may be) is very nice. I feel like knitting.
Knitting I can do. Crochet I can do. They’re simple, they’re repetitive, and I’m not making noises that disappoint me. The other day I had a lesson with Maestra. There was an obvious lack of strength, and maybe it’s just me losing confidence again, when I don’t hit the high notes with the power I need to. Maestra’s never negative to me, though, and always tells me that I sound good. She’s very kind. I think she understands I have confidence issues.
Baby steps.
