Saturday was Too Many

Woke up early for tire appointment drop off; had breakfast, shower, clothes. Laid out stuff for appointment.
Dropped off car for new tires.
Picked up prescriptions.
Ran quickly through Costco.
Refueled Belovedest's Toaster. The cherry-or-plum blossoms were fantastic.
Got sourdough bread, burrito, and sunflower seeds at USChef'Store (I do not like the name change).
Picked up car.
Put away cold foods and tried to split up 5lb bag of sunflower seeds so they had a chance of not going rancid.
Discovered that the best-by date was Dec 2020 (granted it was March 405th, 2020).
Did a small amount of makeup so my eyes would show up better in the inevitable selfies.
Grabbed snacks, vaccination card, necklace-crown.
Headed to exchange sunflower seeds (it had to be a return and they will talk with their vendor because the other bag was October 2020).
Got to vaccine site. Parked. Double-masked. Trundled around back to special entrance (many problems with accessibility of setup).
Just as we got inside, it started hailing gently outside.
Got checked in, seated in the Moderna queue. (Alex got sent straight back for Pfizer.)
Got second shot in the same room as first shot. Got selfie.
Waited. Got picture at official selfie station. (Got compliment on necklace-crown.)
Suggested that instead of getting burgers at adjacent place, order them for pickup at the place nearer home.
Traffic delay. Put in an inquiry about some fabric in Bremerton. Negotiated a vague pickup time. (The person in front of me only wanted the camping gear.)
Got burgers. Nomfed burgers.
Nyoomed off for fabric.
Nyoomed back with fabric, after causing a slight delay at the toll plaza where the attendant in my line and I admired each other's hairdye.
Submitted the toll plaza to the map, after getting bad directions.
Found a small herd of classic My Little Ponies; showed Seanan. "They're good Ponies, but no one is going to drive me all the way to Tacoma for Ponies."
Made arrangements with my within-seven-miles neighbor for Pony pickup. Tomorrow.
Went to write up the day. Discovered that the rolling file that I keep writing in was missing. Discovered other missing files: all libraries, all desktop, all program data files. Much of my writing. All of my chat logs.
Expressed the general problem, my files being gone, before going nonverbal and into an extremely non-useful mental loop about having been hit with an injury like Captain Illyan's and what it might mean for my future. (I still have not fully processed the year from June 2016 to June 2017, which contains my courtship with Belovedest and my cancer recovery.)
Went with possible solution #1 that Belovedest found while I was wailing: rollback to previous version.
Sent venomous feedback.
Towed Belovedest off to nearest soft horizontal surface to wait.
Played gems while waiting and being comforted by Belovedest and Emotional Support Weighted Purrbucket Yellface.
Confirmed that my files were back.
Copied my log folder to external, immediately.
Had enough snack to take pills.
Took a benadryl for the random itchy places.
Went to bed.