About a week and a half ago, my hard drive started acting up. Once I figured out what the problem was, I determined that there’s apparently a hard drive replacement program for my model of iMac because the hardware is faulty. So the day before I left for WisCon, I lugged my iMac down to the Eaton Centre, and conveniently, they just finished the replacement today.
Amazingly, I actually back up my machine on a regular basis. Really, I just set up Time Machine on a permanently-attached external drive, and have let it do its thing for a few years now. I’ve just finished the restore-from-backup and I’m gobsmacked about how effectively everything has restored itself. I’ve been sitting on my hands, terrified that I’d discover some catastrophic problem with the backups, but no. I’m in my happy place.
I haven’t been without computer (I have waaaaay too many computers), but the iMac has all the good stuff on it. Things like Photoshop and Illustrator. And the scanner. And the printer. And the Wacom. So I’ve not loved being without it. But am I ever thrilled that the inconvenience hasn’t been too terrible.