I nearly threw the entire thing out the window. Dear Lord, but that was an exercise in aggravation: I couldn’t find a way to express the problem in a way that Google Search could understand, and the software company (which I was an actual paying customer of, mind) sent me to the automated help desk. …Fortunately, the email I got in return to my gritted-teeth ticket solved the problem in about five minutes, which is good. Really, really good.
On the bright side, I now know how to pull the files that I might need off of my backed up hard drive, so there’s that.
Solving a problem is usually about coming at it sideways. Or at least thinking about it a different way. If it could be solved just thinking about it head on, it probably would not be a problem. Being sick kind of sets our software to only think straight ahead.
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Hungry=eat.
Tired=sleep.
Car or computer problem? Either wait until you can tell a hawk from a handsaw again, or ask for help.