Why Me? Why Not Me?

 It seems that I have not learned my lesson.

I started blogging in 2008 with a weekly missive to the Small Firm Internet Group which morphed into the Saturday Musings.  Those Musings eventually became a book:  Mugwumpishly Tendered:  Essays from the seasons of one woman's life, © M. Corinne Corley, 2022, Write The Future, Spartan Press.  

While still recording my life's experience in the Saturday Musings, I started My Year Without Complaining, at which site I have diligently accounted for my quest to live an entire 365 sequential days without uttering one disparaging word.  That quest continues.

Now, for the second time, all of my websites have suffered an egregious attack.  With a holiday looming, I desperately seek a web developer who can work with my webhost to recover the data and repair the sites.  Barring both, the former would be sufficient because -- it must be said -- I directly write into the blog sphere and have no on-board copies of ten years of Complaint-Free Endeavors.

I just logged back into blogspot for the first time since 2017, the last time I got hacked.  On that occasion, Russian bots (I kid you not) had taken over my site.  Then, the webhost repelled the attack.  This time, a sneaky company called me while I was driving to Stanford.  They pretended to be my webhost.  They hijacked my site and under the guise of an expiring security certificate, tried to extort me for a hundred bucks.  I pulled over to the side of the road, called my real webhost, got a refund from my bank, and thought nothing more of it.

We think they left a little Easter egg which hatched last week and starting spewing thousands of spam emails in my name. If you got one, my grave apologies.

Accordingly, my dear, kind webhost purveyors have disabled these sites:

• myyearwithoutcomplaining.com
• mubdies.com
• themissourimugwump.com
• corleylawfirm.com

Why me??  Ah, but, conversely -- why not me?  I've had so many chances to succeed, and yet I continue to overlook lessons that might have helped me forestall disaster.  (I say, as I gently touch the little tiny lump under my skin which I know records my heart beat 24/7.  Just breathe. We do not want the monitoring nurses to sound an alarm.)

By and by, we will either salvage data and re-start the pages, or just re-start the pages.  This time, I will hire professional help to load and maintain the platform.  With any luck, we will be able to shift my accumulated blog entries to the new site.  But if we can't, I promise -- I won't complain.

Stay tuned.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Mugwumpishly tendered,

Corinne Corley

The Missouri Mugwump®