I broke Bluebird Blvd. again and nearly lost my mind. Does my hair look okay?
Well, y’all, I broke Bluebird Blvd. for the 8th time in 7 days. I’ve never heard so many technicians say: “I’ve never seen that happen before!”— without a stitch of irony and a little bit of fear.
Not only did I break Bluebird Blvd.— yes, again—but I broke every version of Bluebird Blvd. this time, which resulted in two separate technicians having to reinstall the framework for this site from scratch at midnight and again at two in the morning, respectively.
It’s better now. But, as I said, almost everything was gone this time.Anything you and I added to the new site is essentially a memory. Your new comments, my new posts— everything.*
At three, four, five this morning, I’m sitting here gloss-eyed, trying to rebuild Bluebird Blvd.’s whole system from scratch— yes, again— the upside being that I now know how to break my blog, which means, I hope, that soon I will also know how to fix it.
We’ll be back on track in no time at all, right? Yes! Again!
Here’s some good news— I’ve got something fun to post on Wednesday morning that I’ve been working on since last week.
*Here’s another bit of good news— I was able to find yesterday’s Bluebird Blvd. Five-Minute Dance Party on the mobile version of the site today, just before the site realized that it shouldn’t exist. Woo!
And here’s to hoping your Tuesday the Fourteenth is the exact opposite of my Monday the Thirteenth!