Stupid, stupid technology. If you should stumble across a corrupted but otherwise innocent looking folder of data with my name on it, let me know. It will be marked something like "The Missing Stuff That Robs Chris of Sleep This Week and Makes Her Crabby."
Sometimes having a backup isn't enough. :)
And I love my husband. He is the best tech support because even if the blasted (new -- did I mention it's new?) computer is beyond hope, I can still snuggle with him on the sofa and pretend I use a typewriter for work like God intended. (The irony of putting this diatribe on the Internet is not lost on me.)
I really need to make something involving fabric, glue or beads.