Let Go and Let Technology?

The universe works in mysterious ways. 

I was sitting here the other day, minding my own business, waiting on work files to load, listening to YouTube, and playing Solitaire when this horrific noise blurped from the speaker, and the entire thing froze, mid-move on a round of Pyramid. Froze. Solid. Nothing going on. I wasn't even granted the pleasure of this: 

I had to shut it down manually and restart. 

What I failed to realize, until yesterday, is that 99.87% of my files are now gone. The thing is, while I wasn't looking, night before last, Windows decided to update itself to 11. So, what I REALLY do not know is whether the files were lost when it crashed, or if they were somehow obliterated when Windows upgraded itself. 

So, I suppose it's not that big of a deal. The majority of my pictures are stored somewhere between Google Photos, my phone, and OneDrive, and I may have had random folders of old writings, or eBooks, etc. that I saved for whatever reason that are now MIA, but otherwise, I'm fairly non-scathed. 

Apparently, the lesson was NOT to get attached to anything of a physical or digital nature (if it's stored on your PC). The only time I ever lost digital photos online was back before cloud was a thing, and Yahoo decided to get rid of its Photos, or whatever the fuck they called it ... And my shit was GONE. That was a bummer because all our Disney pictures went into the 1/0 abyss. Life does go on. I'm here some 18 years later to tell you about it. 

At least I wasn't midway through my soon-to-be-best-selling literary tome, and I had moved all my art/design shit to my Google Drive a few months back. 

All the pet photos are also safe in all the assorted cloud-based locations, or on my external drive, and really life is peachy. 

Just a bummer when your world gets flipped upside down (yes, I did that) and you have to mentally regroup and try to remember if there was anything that was IMPERATIVE to my existence in those lost bits of data. 

I'm pretty sure we'll be okay. It was a sign from the ether to purge the past and move forward. 

In other news, potatoes of any kind, apparently, are NOT my friends. They might taste good for a minute, but the resulting gastric misery and bloat is deplorable, and not to be tolerated. 

In other OTHER news, I finally got the aquarium cleaned again, and have decided that I may embark on making my own aquarium cave for brothers (or brother and sister ... or sisters) Fish Stick and Filet. They love to hide, but the current skull situation is a bit cramped - 

I watched a few vidyas on DIY aquarium decor last night. Now to just find the rocks I want to use to make the cave and we (read ME) will be off to the races. I am not fond of the resin decor that one can buy in the stores or online. They are full of sharp, pointed, and unfinished edges. We (read my Beloved) actually sanded off the teeths on this skull because they were so jagged. 

Also going to search for a new backdrop. The stained glass look is getting old. Maybe a new plant, as well. The intelligent me would upgrade to a larger tank, but then, the ever-morphing fishlets would just continue getting bigger O.O. Not sure what to do. So many ideas, so little clue where to begin. 

And now to completely change the subject, my body is recuperating from Stupid Food Choices Session 12,437. The blood glucose is still a bit high (yesterday, it was in the 140s), but that'll go back down the less of the breads, and sugars I consume. I don't FEEL any different, and now that I know what causes shitty feelings, I can definitely tell when I've overdone it. 

We had lunch at Casa Grille yesterday for my Beloved's birthday meal #1. I had a lovely Raspberry Pollo Insalata - with spring mix, woodfire-grilled chicken with raspberry glaze, toasted pine nuts, gorgonzola chee, thinly sliced red onions, and maple-raspberry dressing. I got the half-size and cleaned it all up but for a few wilted leaves of the lettuce. Plus, house bread with butter, garlic-infused olive oil, and freshly grated parmigiana Reggiano (I'm being dramatic - it's probably pre-grated foodservice blend but the combination of oil, butter and bread was divine!)

If you loathe bleu cheese, but want to try something close, but not as offensive, I highly recommend gorgonzola. It's like the vanilla cousin. Retains just a hint of the foul bleu-ness, but with a lot more flavor that really combines well with sweet elements, like fruits (Peaches, cranberries, raspberry, etc.) 

Mentally, I'm in a state of flux. Up, down, all around. Avoiding the sugar as much as I can to avoid swirling down into the deep dark recesses of the depressive sewer system. I have to break out of it at some point. I haven't even been able to enjoy creativity. Maybe I don't want to infuse anything I make with negative energy? I don't know. 

All I know is that my brain space is pretty much just a mostly dark void at the moment. 

Nearly done with the Frasier series. Three eps to go. Reservoir Dogs has returned, but after two episodes, we're hoping it picks up the pace a bit, and gets back to its original charm. The "after-schoo-special" thing just kind of bores me. I've also been watching The Good Place, and am nearing the end of that, as well. It's distraction television. It means nothing at all, but less toxic than watching reality shit. I used to be an avid consumer of Real Housewives, but realized that it created nothing but negative feelings in my brain. It doesn't feel good to watch other people be miserable, scripted as it may or may not be. 

I'm apparently in a very rambly mood today. Therefore, I shall take my leave and go find something constructive to do. 

Happy Sunday! 

xo