It seems if I don’t write something soon, I will have gone a whole month with a depressing and unsatisfying un-ended story staring front and center here.
News! I’ve moved! Did you notice that 5-minute period where this site came up “Database Connection Error” on Sunday when I bit the bullet and canceled my previous hosting? I needed to edit the wp-config file to point to local_host.
It’s ridiculous how scary it was to see that, even though I knew I’d copied over the database. And I still had a copy on my hard drive. And for three whole seconds I also thought it might be freeing. Start completely from scratch!
When the issue was resolved I even did a madcap “Update all” in the themes. I’d been putting that off because I could not remember how much “design” I’d properly captured in my child theme. But hey, I almost completely deleted the blog! What’s a little wonky background rendering of an already meh background?
I moved because I could piggy-back hosting onto another site for almost free. And because that host provider (GoDaddy) has excellent technical support.
Now it has been 3 days without email at the shop because of a cPanel problem. Way to instill confidence, GoDaddy.
Other news! There are new kittens! No photos because while they are cute, they are also shitheads. Literally. They have pooped with a frequency that is mind boggling. Originally we were all like, “Oh hey, we are experts at this, let’s give them de-wormer!” And everyone agreed and rejoiced. But the pooping. Did. Not. Stop. They pooped in the litter box. Outside the litter box. On a bed. On the other bed. On the kitchen floor because they couldn’t make it to a litter box or bed in time.
Through out all of this, they remained by every other quality of life indicator “healthy”. Eating. Playing. Bright eyed. Bushy, if poopy, tailed. So it was thought perhaps the de-wormer just needed more time.
They went to the vet an hour ago. Turns out, they have a parasite that our particular de-wormer of choice doesn’t kill. And a bacteria infection.
A side effect of the new medicine is that they probably will stop pooping altogether for 24 hours before resuming a normal bathroom schedule. I have never been so excited for 24 hours of not pooping in my life. “Don’t be alarmed!” warned the vet tech. Little did she realize how close I was to drinking 6 bottles of wine for the corks.