Yesterday the view you see in the picture had returned to blue sky. Today it has returned to what you see in today's picture. It appears to be building to something. I see a lightning strike in my future. Hopefully not a direct hit to my head. Though at this point in time, that might come as relief.
I'd not realized I'd not blogged today til I got an email from my therapist, Dr. L.C., who asked, "Are you okay?" She asked the same thing last night when she saw I was up late, she seemed to be concerned that I might not be conscious whilst email, and was instead sleepwalking and emailing.
This morning I lost an hour or 3 fixing a weird link woe that I discovered when this bit.ly thing I use to shorten URLs for Twitter came up with a No URL Found Error. I was trying to make a link to the webpage I'd made about the Riverwind Casino, up by Norman in Oklahoma. But somehow the pathline of that URL was wrong, with the folder that held the Riverwind Casino files named "Riverwind Casino." But the pathline in the URL changed to "riverwind casino," with no capitalized first initial, hence the No URL Found Error.
I soon found the error was repeated on every page with that link, except the main index page and the sitemap.txt file that gets sent to Google. So, ironically, the webpage was indexed correctly, it was just mucked up on my website. How this occured, I have no idea. It is very perplexing.
You'd think such a thing would be easy to fix. You would be wrong.
Then this morning I learned that one of my favorite people's dad has cancer bad. I was already feeling melancholy. Then somehow my little sister got me remembering the day she was born. More melancholy. Not a sad melancholy, more a melancholy of realizing happy days, long ago, that never will be again.
I'd been being melancholy since 2 nights ago when I watched Grapes of Wrath. I'd watched Grapes of Wrath before, but not when America was going through the worst economic crisis since the era of Grapes of Wrath.
Maybe I'll muster enough non-melancholy energy to blog about the Grapes of Wrath. I have a personal connection to that era that I find interesting.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend's father.
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