I have a 4-5″ thick stack of printouts from back when I was tinkering with my blog—the blogger templates and the switch to WordPress and all that jazz that came before I got smart and threw myself at the mercy of DreamForge Media.
Well, about three inches down, scribbled in tiny letters was not only the password to my blog, but the passwords to my hosting service. Yay! I’m no longer a prisoner of my desktop!
I’m amazed by how different things look on the new laptop than on the 5-year-old desktop. For instance, my site is much more blue on the laptop. I’m used to seeing it as blue, but with more purple.
Anyway. I still have about 290 passwords to track down, but I found this one, so all is good.
It’d be even better if JR Ward’s next book was in my hand and somebody else was writing this Formula 1 book, but it’s good. Or it will be when I come up with a better working title than Kittylitter.
Kitty Litter? :lmao:
Lest anybody believe I’m making a statement about the quality of the writing, kittylitter is one “slang” expression for the gravel trap run-offs on certain corners of F1 circuits.