the desktop is fine. the server "backup" wiped my entire writing file. everything. my records. soft copies of everything I ever thought worth typing into a computer. the whole last three months' work. changes and refinements to stuff I do have in hard copy. additions to stuff I drafted in hard copy, typed in and kept going. thousands and thousands of words. dh cannot tell me (he's at work) whether there is any chance of getting it back. have I mentioned I'm ill? and have a small child? and do not have time, in each day or in total, to redo what I've already done. am I allowed to go insane now?
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