Okay, so much for melodrama...
Losing a day's work is annoying in the extreme. How I managed to end up with two different file names with the same text, I don't know; but it happened. And I backed up, right before opening the file I needed. I think I screwed something up during the construction of the validation file.
I've made notes on what I remember and will have a shot at reconstructing the scenes later, like maybe December.
I'm not looking at this as a disaster, but an opportunity to improve yesterday's writing during the re-write.
Sure, I could weep and wail, protest the injustice of it all and, gnash my teeth, beat my tiny fists on the ground... actually, that sounds tempting... but I won't. I'm a growed up, machure enuff to accept that which I cannot change - the loss of the file. I can, instead, move on and not worry about it until I get back to it.