I always wondered when the first 7th of a month would come and me not remember. Well, it nearly happened. It's nearly 4:30 as I type this, and I went nearly the whole day without remembering Jody died on the 7th. It's been ten months since he died.
But I did remember.
May's going to be tricky. June, of course, it goes without saying that I'll remember. But April... should have been on my mind. His birthday is Friday next week, the 15th. Tax day in the States. Payday for me.
Obviously, I haven't done a lot of reflecting about Jody's death today. Things have been busy. I think he'd forgive me. Right now, I'm copying my work directory to my portable hard drive. I'm going to back it all up on a DVD — or maybe several CDs would be a better idea — and free up some room on this computer. I have stuff backed up on the corporate drive that actually predates my employment here... stuff my first boss worked on in 1999 before he hired me. I don't know when, or if, I'll ever leave this job and have to hand stuff over to a successor... but man, is he or she ever going to have the whole enchilada. There's stuff here that's useless to me now. So why do I keep it? I guess so I can look at it and go, yeah, this is what I've been doing for the past five years.
The copying dialog box keeps swinging back and forth in its estimates of how long this will take. Right now, it says 25 minutes. There, it just fucking crapped out, like I knew it would. Windows is such a piece of shit. It can't hold it together long enough to write 1.8G down a USB cable, so I'm pretty much obliged to fucking start over. What a pain in the fucking ass.
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