On Sunday all my sites went belly up for a period of about sixteen hours. (Does anyone write numbers as words anymore?) Kind of felt like I’d made the wrong decision about which pill to take and woken up in a bath of goo with wires attached to my spine.
No-one was really to blame. A fileserver somewhere in California adopted the foetal position and stopped responding to requests. My online world was in suspension and I started to imagine myself touring the streets of a deserted New York in a fast car with only a dog and some plastic dummies for company.
All hail the techies at Dreamhost who restored the illusion within a time frame that allowed me not to see too many real-world horrors.