Phew

Well, I had a moment of panic when I woke up this morning and saw not my new blog with its single entry, but the old layout with all the entries I hadn’t yet ported over. I scrambled, freaked, wrote a panicked entry about it, emailed Eric and my old host provider, and generally wibbled and sniffled until Andrea talked me down and reminded me about the capriciousness of DNS propagation. Well, okay. So I waited, and, sure enough, just like she said it would, everything resolved and ironed itself out.

I’m still terrified about bringing all those old entries over now, truthfully. I was thinking I did it before, but now that I recall, it was Jennifer who helped me way back when. This whole blamed experience has been so very humbling. Javier’s wonderful generosity in hosting me on KJSL for all those years meant that I never really had to think about a good many things about which I am now thinking very, very much, and it’s sort of boggling.

Still, very relieved that the bulk of it seems to be coming to a state of repose once more. ‘Course, my definition of repose seems to vary greatly from other people’s. Pilates this morning, as usual, was a lesson in “you’re not as fit as you think you are, Weight Loss Girl.” That…thing…that they do, where you have your body in a V-shape, with your legs apart and your hands holding your feet in the air, and you rock back and forth on your tailbone? Wow. And when the little old lady behind me is going at it with gusto and a look of happy calm on her face, I just want to roll my heap of blubber back out to the treadmill to lose another fifty pounds before attempting this stuff again. But of course, it’s not the weight, but the general lack of bendiness in my body. No amount of running can change that. I could do yoga, but I’d be at about the same level of pitifulness right now.

Tomorrow, at 7:45 EST, the West Virginia Mountaineers take on Pitt in the 100th “Backyard Brawl.” If we win, we go to the National Championships in New Orleans. I know I’ve got a few Pittsburgh people reading, so y’all can just ignore me when I ask the rest of you guys to join with me in a rousing chorus of “Almost Heaven,” right? And cross your fingers for tomorrow!