We have collected all the disks from the last 20 years of writing and doing business and having lives onto a terabyte drive, and I have begun to edit them for duplications.

There’s method in this: this enables me to find the text files for past novels—never thought I’d need those~—and simultaneously to organize our lives. Some poignant stuff…a memo to get a battery charger for my boat…alas, for my boat. And a program I wrote for Dad to automate his saves when he was doing the taxes. A schedule I left for Mom when she was housesitting. I don’t know whether to erase them or not—but I think I should. Better to remember the camping trips and the hikes in the woods. There was a lot of fun in the lake house, but the climate nearly killed me. Pets, now gone, Lord, personal archaeology is bittersweet. After Khym (silver Persian) I wouldn’t get another Persian: he was the be-all and end-all of that breed. Wonderful kitty. Although Dustbunny was a sweetheart.  She got her name from hiding under furniture.

I have found, however, a raft of articles I thought I had no copy of. I should post them, one at a time.