The Blondness Strikes Again
About two months ago, an acquaintance of mine from the Henneth-Annun email list kindly wrote to me and offered me digital copies of Tolkien's books, knowing that I often type in long quotes by hand to my emails and betas to illustrate what I was saying. I took her up on her offer, promptly downloaded "the interesting stuff," and left the rest for another day.
Of course, it got lost.
Of course, it wasn't backed up.
So I spent most of the day today getting up the nerve to email her and ask for her to send again the volumes that were lost. I am terrible in asking people to do favors for me. To do anything for me. It's actually a character flaw, I suspect; even in my days as a kitchen manager, I would always assign the hardest and dirtiest jobs to myself. (Except changing the fryer oil because 140-pound me carrying a metal tub filled with ten gallons of cooking oil is an amusing if not slightly dangerous sight.) But I suppose that it is a testament of my desire for these digital books that I did write and ask--the last thing that I did before leaving work and losing my nerve--and she is going to send them again.
And they will be backed up this time. I can't believe that I didn't back them up before; it is literally a matter of saving something to my hard drive to put it in my Data Deposit Box, yet I didn't do it.
Lesson: Back up your stuff. All of it.
In other news, Bobby cleaned out all of my fillings and sauces from the fridge yesterday. Since I haven't made candy since Mother's Day, the shelf life was over on all of them. Wow, I had a lot of stuff in there: caramel, chocolate syrup, hot fudge, strawberry creme, mint creme, butter-rum creme, vanilla butternut creme, and peanut butter sauce, all homemade. (Of course! As if! *acts all offended and such*) It made quite an interesting-smelling and -looking concoction in the bottom of the sink and also made me a bit sad: all those yummy sauces gone to waste.
Which made me realize that I have not, indeed, made candy since Mother's Day. What kind of bad confectioner am I to not make any candy at all for five months?
I was also bad because I picked off the scab on one of my knuckles. Bobby scolded me. It's all pink and raw-looking again.
Today was just a humbling day.
ETA: I am super-behind in replying to comments. Today, I caught up (most) of my emails and finished today's Haunted Tuesday story, so tonight and tomorrow, I will try to catch up on the rest.