Actively cautious
The literature is clear about one thing: the best time to back up your hard drive is before you need to recover data. The second paragraph warns that this will require more of your time than you wish to spend. The third paragraph refers you back to the first part. Suddenly, you realize that you are trapped in a loop.
I know, that new hard drive that I purchased in a haze of practicality is still waiting. And so, given my plan to spend the night watching a curling match from the antipodes, (or close by), I have brought the shiny little box upstairs. The computer will be unavailable for the foreseeable future. Or until tomorrow (my optimistic side is showing). When the laptop has two 2TB drives, and the data pipe uses USB (albeit 3), there is no quick fix available.
Let the evening unfold as it must. I’m preparing this post on the iPad, one finger tap per letter.
Just turned over “all of my money” (except for that dish filled with small change). Something about a payment at the community school. Now that the majority of my purchases are via a plastic card, folding money is less of an issue, but I still feel a twinge of anxiety when the on-hand currency plunges into the “enough cash to weigh down a pocket” level. I don’t need laundry money (fancy machines here at home), and feeding a parking meter is something done once or twice a season. Hey, did you know that Saturday parking in the downtown core is free. I suspect that is a byproduct of the city not wanting to pay the meter man beyond his regular schedule.
Went for gas this morning. Turns out that the local owner-operator doesn’t “do”provincial holidays, thankfully. I pumped 59.4 litres of fuel into a 60.0 litre tank. My margin of error was small; very small. Couldn’t have gone to town without my bicycle… Not my car, exactly, but I’m part of the process. As in, could I get gas? Soon?
