Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me

Don't panic, it was only my hard disk (I think that's what it's called. It's where the computer elves live, right?) which decided to get itself corrupted as I made my final save after three hours work yesterday. Not only were the changes and new material gone, the entire damn f@#**& FILE—half the book—had disappeared. Gone. Irretrievable, even for Dr. Doug, who rules all things Mac. Worse yet, Dropbox lost it too. Major FAIL! *insert more bad words here* I thank my meditation training for the calm I was able to manifest as Doug tinkered calmly away, as is his wont. (Doug is the calmest person I have ever met.) In the end, that file was gone, but the slightly older copy I had survived on my computer and the external hard drive. So today I start all over again on that section.

I don't hold it against my computer. We've gotten along well, and everyone gets sick sometime. In fact, in all the years I've been using Mac—and that's since the first one came out way back when—this is the first time it's ever happened.

So, focusing on my breath, I go back to work.