Sissy's Show of SupportI had been fighting with
software program that I used to build my website. The software program had a bug in it and would occasionally anger main brains of my computer. Without warning, my computer would lock program shut and forbid me to enter website's file. I never knew from day to day which time I saved file and closed it would be last time I'd be able to open it. It didn't happen very often, but when it happened, it was like file no longer existed. My computer had put an invisible prison wall around it and I was no longer allowed to enter in and work within file. I would have to recreate website from scratch every time this happened.
The final straw was when I had gone in to do a major overhaul on site and couldn't open file. I spent two days completely rebuilding site from scratch. I uploaded new file onto web. I was really proud of my new and improved website. I'd barely slept night before because of all work involved. I was dead tired at 7 o'clock that night as I sent out a newsletter inviting my readers to go check it out and give me some feedback as to what they thought of all changes I'd just made.
That's when I found out that one of main links was leading people into wrong page. The result was that nobody could get to newsletters. They would not be able to sign up anymore. Okay, that's not a big deal. I just had to open file, redirect link, reload site unto web, and go to bed. It should only take about 15 minutes. With any luck, I would be in bed by 8 o'clock! The site slammed shut again! I had only finished rebuilding it an hour or so earlier! I was going to have to rebuild site from scratch right then so that when my readers woke up next morning they could see site working properly. Any random web traveler stumbling upon my site would not be able to sign up for my newsletters. I couldn't tell you if I was more angry or exhausted as I began from scratch yet again.
When my thirteen year old daughter was getting ready to go to bed a few hours later, she asked me how much longer I'd be up working. I told her truth; it was going to be wee hours of morning before I would be finished. She completely understood my commitment to Tomorrow's Edge and knew that I would forgo yet another night of sleep to get it up and running correctly. True to her nature, she was outraged at unfairness of situation.
She volunteered to stay up with me as a show of her love and support. I told her there was really nothing she could do to help me, and that it would mean more to me if she would get a good night's sleep and then agree to baby-sit her little brother in morning. I would really need to sleep in and it would mean so much more to me if she would get up with my two year old and keep him out of my room so that I could sleep. She insisted that she would do both.
