I did not mess with the pages. I did not know the pages were so important. I had forgotten how to work with them.
Well, I did some other editing, including removing the featured photo. I do not know how it affected the pages. I am going to go through all of them again and delete the code because it takes too much space and is not needed.
After waiting two hours for GoDaddy.com to respond, I got answers to all my questions. I have updated to PHP 8.1 and will see if the site handles the upgrade well. I also reinstalled an important analytics tool so I can see how it performs.
It has been a busy week. My sister had knee surgery last Friday. Richard’s doctor provided a new hospital bed and a new wheelchair for him, and my sister received his old one with a new mattress.
My bed is in the laundry room. It was my dad’s. They accidentally ordered a memory foam bed, but he would slide off it, so we traded. It was comfortable, but not suitable for her condition.
I picked her up from the hospital by myself. I had her side of the room fully set up. She said she was not getting out of bed for four days. My side of the room has my desks, computer, and belongings.
Tomorrow Dad and I are going to install the trapeze on her bed so she can lift herself up. Richard could not use it because his arms are bent and his fingers are severely crippled.
Wednesday, I have to get her up and out because the doctor is going to check her. That is going to be interesting. Her husband is in San Antonio. I got the living room back after two days—it had been taken over.
Everything has changed with my twin. After a five-level spinal fusion, now this. My older sister is getting another pacemaker on the right side on Tuesday. She felt all the pain because she refused pain medication. Taking her and picking her up—man, that is scary. I am responsible for way too much. Starting Monday, I have to take my dad to a urologist.
So I am going to have some fun taking the codes off. I am exploring options. A lot has been written on this website, and I want to share it with more people. I am not writing anymore. I feel more stuck than ever in where I want to be.
I wish I had words of encouragement like I once did. Now I really cannot go to the races. Take care, and know all I want to be is “In Presence of Spirit.”
Wendy
