Some days are usually not fairly like every others. Yesterday was a type of days.
It began at 5:34 a.m. — early, like all of my favourite days do (not). I awoke with the birds and had a cheerful thought:
It’s Tuesday. I’ve a deadline to ship two columns to newspapers as we speak, and I wrote three columns final night time. Yay for me, the overachiever! Working forward. You are able to do it, Jill!
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I yawned, rubbed my eyes and puttered downstairs to seize a cup of espresso and my laptop computer.
It wasn’t in its typical spot (the laptop computer, not the espresso).
Possibly I’d introduced it upstairs earlier than mattress. I trudged up the steps, my legs nonetheless heavy with sleep. I scanned the bed room, wanting on the desk the place I sometimes set my pc.
No go. The desk was empty. Possibly I wasn’t seeing issues. I headed again downstairs.
My exercise will need to have woken considered one of my sons as a result of he adopted me down the steps.
“I can’t discover my laptop computer,” I informed him.
“Oh,” he stated. “We put it over right here,” as he pointed to the eating room desk. “Some water bought spilled on it final night time.”
At first I didn’t perceive the gravity of the scenario. My laptop computer had an unlucky run-in with water. Laptops and water don’t combine.
Water all the time wins.
The laptop computer contained my columns, nevertheless it additionally contained all my journal entries since my husband handed away in November. The content material was extra priceless than a Visa card; in a phrase, priceless.
I needed to cry. (OK, possibly I did just a bit.)
It was past dumb of me to not have a backup, I do know. Ugh. However no quantity of ughs will carry again 20,000 phrases of journal entries. Double ugh simply the identical.
Google’s recommendation? Let the laptop computer air out for 48 hours (duh). Wait. And hope.
I did all three.
Within the meantime, nevertheless, I wanted a column. Only one. I not had the posh of three. I needed to discover a Plan B to get me by means of the week.
Did I point out I’m transferring? Half of my belongings have been nonetheless on the “previous” home; the opposite half have been on the cabin on the lake. My different pc, and solely secondary supply of my writing work, was on the latter 2.5 hours away. I didn’t have another possibility.
I headed towards the automotive and headed it towards the lake. I figured as a final ditch effort, I might ship a beforehand printed column to purchase me a while till the subsequent week.
I bought to the cabin and booted up the pc.
The mouse wouldn’t work.
I switched out the batteries, however no go. Apparently my mouse had died. What are the possibilities?
I headed to the shop for a brand new mouse.
I bought again and bought my energy cords aligned. My new mouse scurried and navigated identical to a mouse is meant to do. I used to be again on observe.
Then my keyboard went offline. (I’m not making this up.)
I attempted rebooting my pc. 3 times.
After a good quantity of sweat, pleading and prayer, my mouse was lastly speaking with the pc and the keyboard was speaking with each.
I discovered a column and despatched it to editors. My work was full.
The day began sooner than I needed. It included extra challenges and surprising conditions than I needed. Some would possibly even name it a nasty day.
However ultimately, it turned out OK. I met my deadline. Editors have been happy. I lived to write down one other week.
On the plus facet, I bought some further time on the lake, and an concept for a column.
Possibly the day wasn’t so dangerous in spite of everything.
Jill Pertler is an award-winning syndicated columnist, printed playwright, writer and member of the Nationwide Society of Newspaper Columnists. Don’t miss a slice; observe the Slices of Life web page on Fb.