We have passed the first week of the New Year, and what a week it’s been for me. What a week. I can do without too many of those I can tell you.
Firstly, my trusty old laptop is now no more. My fault. It crashed on Sunday night and I lost the last hour’s worth of writing I’d done that day. Instead of sitting somewhere quietly for a quarter-of-an-hour recalling what I’d just produced and returning to the task, I chose the worse course possible. In anger, I picked up my laptop from my bed where I’d been toiling with the intention of placing it on my desk. No, I did not throw it. My life is on that beast with all my stories and poems (and photos) since from… well… ever.
The machine slipped from my grip in my haste and plunged to the floor. Needless to say, it didn’t start again and then refused the efforts of a tech-minded friend of mine to re-boot it. I purchased a new laptop and sent the old one away for the hard disc to be recovered.
I’m still waiting.
The day after my new computer arrived, my car’s battery died. I purchased a new one and it arrived on Wednesday morning. I took one look at it and told the person who delivered it that it wouldn’t fit in my little car. “Yes it will,” he assured me. Tried to fit it today and guess what? It couldn’t have been more “the wrong battery” had they sent me an air-filter by mistake.
So my rotten last week is spilling over to the next one. I’ve had to take time off work tomorrow to sort the car and will continue my anxious vigil for my writing (and other important documents) to return.
Annoyance creeps in now and then, but on the whole I’ve held a positive attitude. I know this will pass and the damage will be overcome by hard graft and squashing negative thoughts. But it’s a challenge all the same.
So, here’s to a New Year re-boot!
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