It was inevitable. I knew, the computer knew it. When the dreaded “error” sign popped up repeatedly, when the blog site turned white and frozen, it was clear that something had happened.
Fry’s struggled for five days with each minute part of this computer. Ryan, bless his heart, finally cleaned out the “serious virus contamination”, the computer came home. I was sad—no, beyond sad. Devastated.
So many files lost in the process, many of them future posts. The files were brilliant.
The computer is back on my desk, its cursor blinking in remorse. I forgive it, of course.
Thus, I have to start all over in some drives, etc. Fortunately my blog sites are still intact. But the other stuff? My use of colorful metaphors has increased.