I was away from my desk for about two minutes -- enough time for Scamp to knock a full water bottle over onto my laptiop. Completely fried.
I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier. I've had the thing for almost five years, and Scamp has been knocking over water vessels for at least ten.
Here's the good news. Just last week, after four years of procrastination, I finally signed up for an online backup service. So my most important stuff -- like my book proposal and book materials -- is safe.
I feel a little down, but actually in a good sort of way. A shade better than melancholy.
At first I was shocked. I sat there staring at a pile of stuff on my desk. Then, in my head, I started hearing that old Peter Tosh song where he goes, And I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over. Corny, I know. But I just started attacking my to-do list and adding more items to cross off.
Now I actually feel kind of good to have the stupid thing gone. It's a little liberating. I'm not going to rush out to buy a new one.