Yesterday morning, when I tried to boot up the computer, nothing happened. Considering that computers are not my friends, I turned the whole thing over to DH who ran some kind of recovery program - three times. Short version: our computer crashed and we lost everthing that was on it. All my links are gone for the time being (those I can retrieve), all my pictures are gone (except for the ones on the web; I can get those back and store them in my files again) (thankfully, we had moved all the pictures of Henry onto disks a few weeks ago), all my text documents are gone and those I cannot get back. I had been taking notes in yoga classes for 8 years and faithfully typed up my notes every week - all gone. My journal where I wrote down everything that happened with Henry (and me) - all gone. Some of that I can still remember and I will spend some time trying to type it all up, but a lot of that is gone. The reason I wrote it all down was so I wouldn't have to constantly go over it in my head. Unfortunately, that also meant I tried to forget it afterwards and we'll see how good a job I did.
But, basically, everything that was on that computer is now gone and that's not a good thing.
Today's Colour Therapy
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