For over a year and probably more like two, the blog’s hosting service has sent me odd letters and charged me for disk space overages. At least a couple of times, Siobhan and I tried to figure out what the hell the hosting service was on about, but we didn’t get anywhere. Eventually, the fees started to get weird. It wasn’t a lot of money, but the letters made it sound like deleting sections of the blog was my only hope. I didn’t write a word or post many pictures, and I moped about it. Yesterday, I called up the service and asked the representative to explain it to me using very tiny words.
Eventually, I understood that 14 years of blogging takes up 537 mb (or MB, ya got me there) of space in an account budgeted for 500. I asked for the next size up and the hosting service gave me 2000. To celebrate, here is another picture.
So I’m back now. Took two classes this fall at the unnamed university where I’ve worked for 33 years. Last Sunday, I turned in my last assignments and now I want to do nothing but sit under a pile of cats and sip an adult beverage through a swirly straw. And blog. I’m gonna blog.