Some wine was poured.
A glass of it ended up all over my laptop.
It died.
While the previous three glasses of vino numbed the pain--and the reality of what I had lost--until the following morning, I awoke to a personal endurance event of a very different nature. As a house full of triathletes said their goodbyes and we all went our separate ways, I was headed to the remote patch of Northeastern Pennsylvania that I am temporarily calling home, without any immediate hope of Internet access, without a connection to the world, my friends, or my work.
I was terrified.
On the five hour ride home, I began taking a mental inventory of the writing, photos, and documents that may be lost forever. I wondered how I'd go about drumming up some needed freelance projects until my new computer arrived. Afterall, I now had a laptop to pay for. What if the assignment of a lifetime was sitting in my inbox, waiting for a response? How would I access my marathon training schedule? Would my friends forget about me if I stopped returning all those Facebook messages?!
I had a few weeks to figure all of this out. And, as is always the case, the experience taught me oh-so-much more.
4 comments:
Always a cliffhanger to keep the loyal fans reading - looking forward to Part II!
Part II, PART II PART II!! Cant wait for more
eh you survived, your a survivor.
now ther eis one thing, i was there when the wine as spilled, and i dont think i would say you were exactly 'snuggled', and lets just leave it at that ;)
Oh no! I feel your pain. Last summer my computer died, but not due to a rouge glass of wine. It just died. I had to drive - DRIVE! - my computer from Wilmington, DE to Baltimore to recover all the data I had lost. I learned my lesson. Two words: external hard drive. Wait, make that three words...cannot wait for Part Deux!
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