I am pretty sure that when I die, my many, many, many, many computer files of photos, videos, journals, excel spreadsheets, email contacts, addresses will not rise with me, will not cross to the other side, will not become mini spirits and tag along with my computer-addicted soul.
I took old Bessie PC into the doctor (read Geek Squad) today, crossing my fingers that it's swift departure to a black screen met motherboard trouble. Alas, 10ish hours later, the Geeks called with the sad news. HARD DRIVE: Corrupt.
The last time I backed up was about January. I did however recently email myself some important files that mean a lot to me, but it's not everything.
My DH is mourning the loss of his flawlessly-coded excel spreadsheet of our checkbook, that he balances twice daily. I am lamenting the re-entry of all of the statistics of my jobs that I just recently updated. Maybe I need to get myself an intern.
DH is pretty upset, pretty vulnerable right now, and I am trying to take advantage of his softie emotions and sneak in a little 24" imac to comfort and heal his wounds. Unfortunately as the dow drops, my spending reflexes are a little on edge. If that If we are all anticipating happens, I will quickly HATE that 24" of white hotness when I can't pay other bills...again...
Really the WORST part of this situation, is that now I have to share my macbook. Seriously, that's what sucks the most. I have never been good at sharing.
(I made that word up).