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The dragon won yesterday. I ended up quitting work early and climbing into a hot bath to lick my wounds. Today was the first day, really, back to work since the great computer disaster. Yeah, we got the data back, but it will still live in infamy, at least for me. Today I got nine pages done. The most I’ve managed since we got everything back. Somewhere near the end of page nine the tornado sirens went off, and I totally panicked. I yelled for help, and Jon had to unplug my computer, because I was afraid to touch the damn thing. My phobia of tech has taken a major backslide since the drive failure. But we have the pages safe on the hard drive of this computer, and on two different portable drives. We’ve checked and it’s there, so it’s okay. No, that trembling in the pit of my stomach doesn’t believe it, but I’m trying. We took the computer and the dogs and everyone who was still in the house and went to the basement. Thankfully, the rotation of the thunderstorm didn’t turn into the tornado they thought it had. The computer is plugged back in on my desk. Everything is printed off and saved. But strangely the whole running for the basement thing has taken the muse out of my mood. So I’m done for the day. The dragon didn’t win, but I took some serious hits. I’m going downstairs, and join Jon on the couch. I will sit and sip water, or tea, and be covered in dogs. I’m going to watch Miss Marple. I tend to watch mysteries when I’m trying to relax. When especially tense I like something cozy. Miss Marple is pretty cozy. So, I’m off.