I get up—I turn on my computer. I have no website.
I have no blog.
I have no e-mail.
It’s snowing.
I figure out that when I received the notification that I owed more money to a company for the website, I dimly (I have NO brain when I’m working on the end of a book) thought it was to the hosting company we quit using. I’d cut the service off.
It turned out I’d canceled our domain server.
I call the domain server, who used to be good people, but who are now not…not since they ceased to be the only game in the world. I had to pay 150.00 to get them to get the domain back.
Then it turned out I shouldn’t have.
Lynn got on it and tried to get the domain back…
Well, I’m too rattled to work on the book, my brain is incredibly scattered, and we decided despite the snow, and to get me calmed down, to go to the fish store in the neighboring city and turn in some coral frags, pick up some supplies, and most of all get that rabbit out of the sump before he has a heart attack.
We bucketed everything we want to rid ourselves of in 2 buckets, got our shopping list and our bulky ro/di filter we use for marine water, and headed for the store: foggy snowy drive, but no great problems.
We traded in the frags (technical term for coral bits: one too many as it turned out) and we bought some fish and a new small coral and the supplies, got the ro/di recharged, and headed home. Snow is thick; we stopped at the store to get some groceries while Jane kept the car running. And we got home safely, got the buckets inside, and Jane went out to, she said, see to the heavy stuff. Well, I knew she was shoveling out there, but I have the brain of a cabbage, right?
I set to work putting away the groceries, and then started moving things in the tank because we also got some live rock (rock soaked in seawater that has bacteria on it) and that’s shipped without water, and it needed to get in some tank. I knew I had 2 rocks that had caulerpa algae on them, and I wanted to get that down to the sump and not let it (without the rabbit) get started in the main tank. I didn’t want to put the new rock down in the sump, because there’s caulerpa mixed in the weed down there. (Caulerpa is a noxious, poisonous weed most fish won’t eat.)
Well, I was looking for a place to dispose the last live rock, when Jane came in hoping for food, sure, I think, that I’d been fixing lunch, and instead found me working with the tank. So she wanted to do the arrangement of the coral, and took that over, but I kept kibitzing until she was in a frazzle, and I was, and meanwhile the domain people called. My eyesight is such close up that I thought it was Lynn, so I talked to them, then found what they were telling me sounded like a line, so I dropped that call, getting the case number, and called Lynn, who handles our server people, and Lynn told me the gruesome truth: my call this morning had put the domain out of her reach: these jerks nabbed the domain and we have to deal with them.
So I call them back. and by this time couldn’t, because these bandits had grabbed it—so I’m stuck with them for 45 days until we can tell them to take a flying leap.
And they said it would be 3 days before the domain was back in service.
(Well, as you can see, we’re going better than that, but these people are still bandits, way overcharging, and with a service fee for everything.)
But meanwhile Jane was still fighting the battle of rock/coral arrangement, upside down in the tank: I got back to her, and by this time she was in pain, hungry, unfed, and really in a mess.

We finally got the tank set, we got our fish in clean water, we’re all good, and by then it was suppertime, at which point Jane finally got fed, and we heard from Lynn that the domain had propagated: we established that it had reached Pasadena.

We both had stiff drinks and were just too fried to watch anything but nature videos. I’m assuming I have e-mail this morning. Or will. This morning both of us have headaches. But the tank is good, and we’re back online. And we’re resolved what we’re doing 45 days from now.