The offsite backup just saved me from what could have been a Major Fuckup that would have led to me resigning from the Land of Færie, from the shame.
I restored files too soon and now I have a username mess to untangle.
All files appear to have restored to their correct locations.
Still installing applications. Windows keeps throwing out “Antivirus software is not installed” warnings, but Kaspersky likes it better if everything else is in place before it gets invited to the party.
Starting to install base-system applications.
Drivers downloaded and starting to install.
Starting format reinstall now.
Me, two computers, a stack of CDs, coffee, and a packet of chocolate biscuits.
Any hope at all I had of getting any rest has disappeared in a haze of computer problems, none of them my own.
I drove to Comanche with L and M yesterday morning early, and spent most of yesterday and today doing enough salvage on Mother’s previous computer, after a Trojan attack, to recover and transfer her user data (YEARS of irreplaceable local history work) from it to her new Hyphenated Computers portable, and setting up a backup system for the portable. On the slightly brighter side, I came home with TWO very early Elizabeth Enrights in hard cover (eeeeeeeee! I got The Sea Is All Around! eeeeeeeee!), a quaint juvenile title about John Newbery (English printer and bookseller of the early eighteenth century; the Newbery children’s book awards are named in his honor) and a handful of mid-Fifties LPs that would be hard to find, and maybe pricey too.
Then tomorrow I get to spend the day at the Land of Færie, rebuilding the back office machine to get rid of a software problem that keeps making the mouse cursor disappear intermittently. That’ll be another full and stressful day for certain.
And Tuesday I get to go back to the Empire, to work the last part of thirteen-days-without-a-break. And that’s depressing.
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