My alarm went off this morning and after I turned it off I went back to sleep. Big mistake. When I woke up in my own room and realized it was just a dream, I was so relieved it wasn't even funny.
So, we're on vacation. Eating in a restaurant. We finish and head out into the parking lot. But our car is not there. It's been stolen. With everything inside. Including our laptops. And I'm devastated. Now, I do back up all my written work (poems, stories) on a thumb drive that I keep with me and also since I have a .mac account (excuse me - "mobileme") I back up stuff on my iDisk (if you have to ask...) - BUT I don't have all the thousand plus pictures backed up and these are what I'm upset about, as well as the pages of a chapbook that I'm working on (they are not backed up and I was up late last night working on that). It was so real - the sense of loss.
Of course, I should have known better. The car was the old (then) car that my husband had when I met him and we got rid of almost 17 years ago (in the dream it was my fault because I hadn't locked it because I'm used to just pressing the fob button to lock my car). Also, I had a baby in poopy diapers (and of course all the clean diapers had been stolen) as well as two little kids. My youngest is turning 16 soon. So, I guess it was a nightmare on many levels. ;-)
So, today I'm still working on this damn chapbook - resigning myself that I missed some fiction deadlines because of it - though no longer feeling bad about missing the Black Lace deadlines (hugs to all who are affected by the news).
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