I’ve spent the past week trying to implement WordPress, widely advertised as so utterly simple to install and use that any blunt edged intellect can do the job.
I, apparently, am not just any blunt-edged intellect.
I’ve been poking at it daily, nightly, until my self-esteem puddles about my feet and my soul is nothing but cobwebs. I am going to go do something — anything — else but troubleshoot this benighted collection of poorly associated ones and zeroes. I’d like to go to bed tonight, just once this week, not utterly covered with a feeling of oppressive incompetence.