Many people groused about the (really not) draconian new password requirements, but my empathy for that is on the low side. Until you have had your customer database hacked and all of their emails and passwords spread about the Internet, until you have had an admin account brute-cracked because of a too-easy password and woken up to a series of emails letting you know that all of your members' account have been deleted - including your own! - I do not think you will understand how powerless and violated being hacked actually feels, nor would you feel that requiring people to read and follow a few stupid instructions to protect everyone's data is asking too much.
The ice-cream topping on my cake? I'm not reliably getting emails from my shopping cart service. Paypal, yes, so I get HALF the verification for sales, but not the half that tells me what actually sold. *facepalm*
For sprinkles, my Facebook messages are currently not loading.
But, if I was in any way short or brief with you, or anything less than helpful and kind, I apologize. The security stuff is clearly a tender point with me, and I spent my entire day feeling like I was running from one crisis to another, on-line and off. Most people were awesome and understanding. Many fabulous sketches were sketched.
And on the plus side, it was an intensely productive day. We worked on tubing in the basement, I got part of my studio space greatly consolidated (in preparation for more tubing), and I worked off some of my negative energy digging drainage channels because today was Day of Thaw. Our driveway went from soft snowpack and slush with a few spots of dirt showing to mostly mud with a few thin, lonely pieces of ice. Thanks to drainage channels (which the engineer in me loves working on!), most of the melt has gone harmlessly off the side of the embankment, and I'm hopeful that the mud will be short-lived if we continue to have warm days. On the downside, unknown troves of dog poop are appearing above the snow and will need to be dealt with in short order (before they stop freezing in the morning, preferably!).
It's taken me most of the day to compose this, and Guppy decided my evening needed a little more poop, so she kindly produced one in her bathtub for me. And oh, she looked so pleased about it!
You can only laugh, really!
And for all the foibles of the day, I wouldn't have traded it for anyone else's. There were many moments of cuddles with baby and husband, there was delicious food and good music, there were moments of triumph (mostly Guppy's), lots and lots of laughter, and it's actually, honestly, finally spring. The window beside me is open, and it smells all fresh and melty, though it is just cold enough that I should probably get up and close it.
I'll do that now. I'm ready for bed!