Tom Cat came home from the vet better but in, "Watch him and bring him back in if he isn't eating and drinking" condition. Stopped up and dehydrated -- either could be the cause of the other, and when I'm 108, I'll probably be hazy about such things, too. He's napping under the desk (in a catbed he's spurned for months) at present.
Earlier, I was sitting on the floor petting him and my steam-powered laptop made a funny noise, went BSOD, then decided it didn't know how to boot up. Successive frobbing brought it back up to the desktop once, only to fail in the same way -- so I'm presently on a salvaged machine from work I had sitting in reserve. Did I have backups for all the photos and data on the laptop? Had I saved my links?
Any data-recovery gurus out there?
Some days, I should'a stood in bed. And jumped up high enough to knock myself out against the ceiling, maybe.
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