My borked websites seem to be getting worse, not better. And this was totally Not My Fault. At a server move 2 years ago, they created 2 addtitional accounts for my 2 subdomains on one of my websites. I didn't say anything to them, because everything worked just fine, thank you, and I blithely went about adding blogs and portfolios and stuff I need to get work.

Now apparently, they've moved the servers again (I'm not completely sure, because I haven't had time to go look for announcements anywhere - they used to email us about this stuff), or someone did an audit and "found" these extra accounts. They've mysteriously dissappeared, and I discovered all of this after opening a ticket called "I can't get to these domains".

A day or 2 ago, the files were supposedly transferred back into my main account, in subdirectories, where I'm supposed to be able to point the subdomain redirects. However, while the top directories show up in the list, I can't change permissions on them, nor can I see anything inside of them - file manager, FTP, whatever, is acting like the directories don't exist.

Add on top of this the fact that I'm spending 12-18 hours in the new house, AFK, painting, and doing other hard manual labor, so I'm not immediately responsive to emails about this issue, so it's taking forever to get fixed (it's not fixed yet).

Add on top of this the fact that Firefox all of a sudden for no apparent reason decided to stop working (see TLP below).

And then my kid is giving me problems getting to bed "on time" and then even more problems getting OUT of bed in the morning for school (because she's tired, because she didn't go to bed on time - come ON - cause and effect, people!)

And I think I'm coming down with Voxspouse's upper respiratory thing - but I can't be sure if all the aches are from physical labor or immanent illnes, and/or the sore throat isn't because I audtioned for a band yesterday and sang my guts out for 2 hours. And if I AM coming down with the sickness, I really hope I don't give it to my brother (who's visiting en route to Israel on Thursday), or my DAD who's 91, and something like this could kill him.

I would just go back to bed, but I have a house to paint.