I've had what appears to be insomnia for about three weeks. I get it from time to time, usually only for a couple of nights, and just about always explainable, which may make it not insomnia but just general stress-related sleeplessness. (Don't know, and probably don't yet care enough to find out the difference.)
Anyway, this sleeplessness for the past three weeks has a definite cause: Give Camp of Southern Maryland and the subsequent creation of the the new Autism Spectrum Support Group of SoMD website. Don't get me wrong; I'm thrilled with both the event and the result. I've been trying to figure out how I can help at the next SoMD Give Camp, if there is one. However, it's taking a lot of work and time to add the content, mostly because I have to learn the system. Website management is not within my normal scope. (See my panicked post about registering the license!)
Well, I did manage to register the license. Of course, I had someone with me so I could talk it through. And though I may have caused the current glitch that has caused the newsletter to backfire, that's not the point. I registered it! (Then I ran away and buried my head in the sand, hoping against hope that I hadn't blown up the world.) Feeling ever more confident with the passage of time, a couple of days ago, I went to register the CACSE website. I couldn't. They had a change of domain. The old domain contains the website; the new domain is blankly parked at godaddy.com. 1) I don't know how to transfer the content of the old domain to be the content of the new domain; and 2) I don't know how to point a domain name to the real host (DiscountASP.net). (And can you believe I just wrote all that without referring to my notes? I'm learning a new language by immersion!)
So now I've offered to be the contact person for the CACSE website and the LDA website. (I don't even have a password for the latter! What was I thinking?) Even though I'm working with a really nice developer -- and so far, and I haven't met a not-nice developer -- I wasn't with those teams much during the Give Camp, and I know I tuned out during the presentations on the last day. Now I'm playing catch-up trying to register both sites with Sitefinity, up overnight at 2 a.m. choosing to use my post-4-hour-nap burst of energy to deal with the problem. (A problem that might just be solved as of 9 a.m. yesterday, bless Eric!)
Back to the Support Group website: A few days ago I worked to finish the first ever Autism Spectrum Support Group of SoMD Newsletter. It's not going to win a Pulitzer, but it begs people to help me nicely, thereby making it an important document to me! I had some problems with it. I knew that I could save any document as html and upload it to the newsletter template, which I did. After several failed attempts. Mostly related to the fact that my Mac saves as html with .text, and the template wants .txt . (Go figure.) So I added .txt to the html document, and Bob's your uncle. But the template lost the really pretty columns and some other bits of formatting. I opted to work within the template and saved it, only to have error pages appear and all the corrections disappear. Three times. After I hit Level Gazillion: Palpable Frustration, for whatever reason, Sitefinity decided that this time it would save it
Woohoo! I had a Newsletter ready to send! So I sent it. I bragged that I had sent it. I waited and I waited. And bless his heart, our really awesome website developer -- to whom I had bragged that I had sent it -- said that though I had followed the directions, Sitefinity hadn’t done its job. Detective Work, Part 1 completed, we identified some of the problem. Then I got caught up in the LDA/CACSE business, and I still hadn’t sent it two days later. The long and the short of that is that I sent it the old way, through Yahoo as a pdf. I needed it to go out, but I feel like I failed this section of the test. Can I have a do-over?
All of this brings me back to the same point: Insomnia. But maybe it’s not insomnia. Maybe what it really is is Jazzedfromgivecamposis. I'm not sure there's a cure.