It’s been an awkward week, not helped by arriving at work on Wednesday morning to find a dead PowerBook on my desk. Locked inside it was all of my work: features, reviews, emails, budgets, spreadsheets. The lot. It looked quite serious; it couldn’t even mount the hard drive.
So, I started it fixing itself, and when I left last night it was still chugging away, about 30% of the way through self-repairing, if the progress bar is to be believed. I’m not entirely convinced I’m going to get it all back (or indeed any of it), but I’ve left it running over the weekend and, as I’m off in Berlin on Tuesday and Wednesday I may leave it chugging until Thursday if it needs it. It doesn’t seem to be spinning the drive much – if at all – rather sitting and thinking about things, and soaking up the sun that comes through the window and falls on my desk, so it shouldn’t do any harm.
In the meantime I’m using a lovely 20in iMac. I always liked them, but after half a week of splurging my work across such an enormous desktop I really really want one of my own.
Chris of the Phin has been having a hard week, too, having dropped all of his cereal on the floor one morning when we were all watching.
I gave him some of my Bran Flakes.
So this weekend really couldn’t have come soon enough. I had a lie in, a long, long shower, a faff around on the web and then a walk into town to pick up the car, left there last night because I ended up in the pub after work. I’ve refilled the fridge, thought about making cheese (but decided to put that off until next weekend) and looked at the rediculous valentines’ cards in Clintons, which covered everything from the cat to, in oedipal fashion, mothers.
In other news, despite last week’s unpleasant visit, I returned to the library and updated my membership. The woman at the desk didn’t seem able to write Ns, so my card says Sik Rawlisnos. I’m just glad of that missing ‘c’ in the Nik.
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