This happens periodically, that I lose a lot of data that I didn't have backed up. In November I lost a similar quantity and quality of stuff from my computer at work. The initial feeling is a profound sadness, that all this information, this record of some parts of my life, are gone.
But then I remember that the information itself is not me. It's just data, stuff that I produced, just...stuff. Stuff is transitory. Almost everything in life is more important than computers--who I am, what I do, and the people I am blessed to have in my life.
I have a Mona, which makes up for a very large world of ills.
We're down to 2 weeks until Burning Man, and then a mere month(!) after that, we go to New Orleans for a few days, then back here to get on a sailboat for 6 months: down the coast of Mexico and Central America, through the Panama Canal, some not-quite-specified route through the Caribbean (likely including Jamaica, the Caymans, and the Yucatan) up to Florida.
Curiously, if you're going away, there's more to plan if you're coming back.
An awful lot of my days are contained in the thought, "Am I in Mexico yet?". More and more it just seems like the Right Thing[tm] to get the hell out of here. I've been unemployed since April, and I'm just tired. I have all this stuff I've always wanted to do, and no small portion of it involves wandering around various parts of the world, and here's the chance.