The computer technicians were unable to get anything off my old hard drive. Not. A. Single. Thing. They said they worked all day, tried everything, and the only thing left is to send it to some outfit that will try taking the hard drive apart or something, at costs I cannot afford and with no guarantee of success. I’ve given up.
I don’t have the whole thing backed up per se, but fortunately the things that really matter are more or less retrievable. Charley is online of course. I have a few files for it that were offline but they’re not terribly important in the grand scheme of things. I’ve got the play I wrote and the novel I’m working on backed up in a couple of places.
Still, this is a bad end to a remarkably bad week.
Stupid computer is still in the repair shop. I was supposed to get it back today but I don’t think that’s happening. The repair guy called to say the hard drive was failing (news to me) and needed to be replaced. They had two different kinds in stock. I don’t know anything about computer hardware so I said, “If you were me, which one would you pick?”
Of course he recommended the more expensive one.
On the bright side, I suppose that a brand new hard drive is guaranteed virus-free. And at least they caught this hard drive thing before the computer just up and died on me.
All week I had a headache, all the time, and no over-the-counter stuff would touch it. Finally, after four or five days of suffering, I went to the doctor for a shot. He said it was a stress headache. No wonder.