My family doesn’t blink when they hear crashing sounds from the kitchen. I drop and break things on a regular basis. If I could go three weeks without breaking a glass or chipping a plate, it would be a record.
So really, it was only a matter of time for my laptop. I’ve had it for two years, it has been my favorite computer ever. I have backed files off from time to time, but not as regularly as I should.
I was laying in bed sending some emails after the kids went to school, feeling tired, jaw still aching from the wisdom teeth. I reached over to put my MacBook on the nightstand and pulled my hand away too soon. It fell in slow motion. I was helpless to stop it. Typing these words steals my breath away again.
Not only does it have all my writing and graphic design files, it has all my digital photos of the children, a video I was working on from a family reunion, research, emails, address book, checkbook (!) — my life for the last two years is on that computer!
So here I am on my husband’s laptop, knowing he’ll want it back any minute. Friday morning I’ll be driving down to Santa Barbara, praying that the Mac Mechanics can recover my files. The programs I can reload, but the files that exist no where else in the world, I hope they can pull them from that drive for me.
Cross your fingers…