I was humbled this evening.

It was time to do the WP upgrade. Oh man, and I just barely got the thing installed a month ago, and that was a one-click deal through my host. Importing my old journal just about killed me.

So I got into it. I downloaded things, I backed things up (sometimes cerrectly and sometimes not.) I deleted things I uploaded and tried again. Four times. I zipped and unzipped. I read the freakin’ directions. I kept having to go look up words to figure out the directions. I was afraid that I killed my site, less than a month after I got it going, flaws and all.

But two hours later, I think I’ve got it. I didn’t do it exactly how the directions said, but I figured out some parts on my own. That’s dangerous when I don’t know what I’m doing; it’s not like taking a mechanical thing apart.

So how did I take a break while this project was beating me up?

I fixed the clogged sink.

I had a little incident involving the plunger, an open overflow drain, and a clean shirt, but even with that, I was done in five minutes.

Clearly, I was meant to be a plumber, not a computer guru. I see why my cowboy friends get overwhelmed at this stuff, even if they just claim it’s because their fingers are too big to use the keyboard. I can sympathize.