*Headdesk*
To “Headdesk” is the action of banging your forehead against your desk in realization of something stupid you have done.
I’ve been running out of space on my computer. Local Drive C is a 50 gig hard drive, which sounds like a lot until you start editing books and layouts and photographs. About a year ago Howard and I bought an external drive to serve as a back-up for my files. So I happily put pictures and other non-essential stuff onto Backup Drive D, which had space for 18 gigs.
All was well and good until I filled up the space that I’d made on drive C.
Last night Howard suggested that I might make some more space if I flushed my browser cache because Kiki has been watching video on my computer. I blinked at him cluelessly. He sighed and went to my computer to do it himself. He flushed the cache and it made no difference. So he poked around some more.
“What is this?” Howard asked pointing at something labeled Local Drive F.
“I don’t know.” I blinked cluelessly again. “Do I have two internal drives?”
Howard clicked it and discovered that Drive F has over 133 gigs of available space on it. Further examination determined that despite having “local” in the name, Drive F is in fact the external drive that we’d purchased for backing things up. Drive D is a second internal hard drive.
This is akin to opening a door in your house and discovering that you have another whole wing that is three times the size of the space you’ve been living in.
Hurray for space! But *headdesk* how did I miss seeing it was there?