Last Sunday, my hard drive died. It's really really dead. So dead that the Mac Store couldn't backup the data.
Yes, I cried.
5 years worth of documents, photos, and scrapbook pages... maybe gone forever.
I thought crying was an appropriate response.
I also spent some time berating myself for not having a external back-up drive.
And then I did some research and found a place in Eugene, OR that specializes in getting data from the dead.
If UPS does its job, I will know on Monday or Tuesday of next week whether the dead can be resurrected.
In the meantime, I am rebuilding my list of favorite websites as best I can, and working on that email contact list...
Sigh. All those photos.
I now have a new hard drive AND an external back-up drive and I promise to turn off the computer once a week to let it rest.
I kind of want to go out and do a little shopping therapy to make up for this lousy week. Trouble is, I just spent a bunch on the new hard drive and the external back-up drive. Maybe I'll just talk to my counselors, Ben and Jerry. Chocolate therapy is often just as good.
