[long, slow deep breath] The data recovery place just called and gave me price estimates. It’s…not pretty. Very not pretty. I’ll need to talk to Ken about it.

Oh for fuck’s sake. I just opened iDisk and realised that I’d tried to do a backup to it before we took the computer to Apple. And I’d managed to back up the GP folder, which means I did have the last issue, and didn’t have to retype everything. [pounding head on desk] Unfortunately, I now remember that my writing files didn’t want to copy—which is probably why the backup was failing. The last backup we have of everything else, file-wise, is early September, after we came back from the bike ralley.

I know I’m boring you all with this computer stuff (if you’re still reading at all), and I apologise. I’m still wavering between rage and tears that the regular backup system we so carefully put into place wasn’t working. It’s one thing if we’d been stupid enough not to do backups. It’s another that we were doing backups, and they weren’t working. (And yes, it’s still our fault for not checking them. Stupid, that.)

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I got the GP in the mail today; Cat came home early from work and helped with stapling and such, and we walked down to the mailbox by the 7-11 together. I also answered e-mail, dropped off some paperwork at our financial advisor’s, and did some computer phutzing. Tonight I made a new batch of rose beads to give as gifts (I bought a bunch of silver rose-shaped beads to string with them). I don’t think I’m giving any to anyone who reads this, so I’m safe. ;-) For now, at least. Or maybe you’re safe. Depends on how you look at it.

It’s about 9:30 p.m. right now, and I’m feeling at odds. What do I want to do? Cat’s gone to her other home for the weekend, and the next thing I officially have on my schedule is to leave by noon tomorrow for Meg & Matt’s. So what now? Do I watch TV and bead? Do I go out to the sewing room? Do I deal with more e-mail? Do I put away laundry and start packing? Shower?

As I told Ken on the phone this evening, I always miss him, but some days I can mostly not think about it, and other days it’s harder. Today it’s harder. Phooh.

I ended up cleaning out my e-mail, beading, and watching TV so the DVR doesn’t get filled up while I’m away for four days. A reasonably productive evening.