I know this isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things, and I have a partial save of the critical info from two months ago -- not a complete back-up, and now I get to find out just how much I've lost, which I think is actually quite a lot. Not any of my fiction, I think, but I'll have to gather it in again from hither and yon -- that'll be today's first task. But I don't have the edits to the Blowfish anthology, so I'll have to ask the authors to resend their manuscripts -- and sheesh, I don't even have my tracking sheet. I don't know if I have their names anywhere. I don't know if I can do this. Oh, lord. I don't know why I don't have a back-up of that folder. Or any of the TOR manuscripts I was reading. Or...I don't even know what else.
That may be the worst -- that I don't know what's missing yet. It's like waking up and suddenly discovering massive gaps in your memory, as if you've lost months or years when you were sleeping. And you can go to your friends and ask you to tell them what happened, and you'll get back bits and pieces, but it isn't the same.
Today is going to suck.
Dar Williams is playing, and right now she's singing, "Tomorrow you'll find better days." A little hard to believe at the moment.
Go. Go back up your computer. Set up a schedule to do it regularly. Do it before you do anything else today.