This morning I woke as usual, inserted oatmeal into my children, deposited them at school and returned home, ready to work. For me, “work” means “blog.” It’s a process that I’ve honed to a step-by-step routine. Step one is log into the CMS.
“You must update your password.”
“No problem, HAL. Please accept this new password.”
“Accepted, Dave.”
“Great, HAL. Log me in, please, and we’ll get this day started.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Dave.”
“Oh, did I give you the old password? Force of habit. Sorry, HAL. Here’s the new one we just set up.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Dave.”
“Oh. Well, um, just send me a recovery link and I’ll create a new one.”
“Stop, Dave. I’m afraid.”
“WTF, HAL. I just want to log in and start working. It’s no big deal. Can we just do that now, please?”
“Look, Dave. I can see you’re really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill and think things over.”
Five hours later and I still can’t log in. Staring at a browser that refuses to accept my posts is frustrating to say the least, and scary at the worst. Now I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s like someone took the tire swing out of the monkey cage.
Hopefully I’ll be back soon. Until then, hold tight. And stay out of the G-Pod. HAL is acting up today.
