This simply is not the image you want to be confronted with on your writing day. My computer was dead as a doornail on Friday morning and I lost another writing day. I am beginning to suspect that Fridays are crappy days to designate as writing days because it seems like crises pop up and weekends intrude more frequently than other days. But thanks to Brian working on it for hours yesterday he gave the equivalent of PC CPR and it gets a second chance at life.
All my files are now saved to my external hard drive so that if it decides to crash again, I can unplug the drive and plug it into Brian's computer and not freak out. Presently, I am feeling torn between going out and buying a new computer (and a Mac is tempting me highly after the PC crap I dealt with this weekend) and the tightwad urge to keep this one going until it absolutely dies for good.