.... it's been four days. Only four days. Four long days. Realistically speaking this is an opportune time to focus on other things. To work on projects that don't involve a keyboard. But instead, I find myself wondering if any progress has been made. (umm probably not with the holiday and all) And I mourn for the digital pictures of my youngest baby that could, very well, be gone. I find myself thinking about how I can possibly recreate an evening's worth of notes with official votes, for a meeting I had over a week ago.
Then I realize, it's all out of my hands. The data can either be retrieved, or it can't. It's just that simple. My agonizing over it changes nothing.
Instead I'm planning back-up strategies because good old hindsite is 20/20.