Mourning the Loss

Well, it's been a good four or five years since the purchase of my HP desktop computer.  We've had some good times, and we've had some spats.

But now it's time to say goodbye.

The stubborn thing won't even power up anymore.  Methinks the hard drive is fried.  How?  Not a clue.  The Hubbs updated iTunes to the newest version last week, and all of a sudden the PC is dead.

Sigh. 

At this point, I'm just crossing my fingers that there's a way to get the last two years' pictures off that hard drive before it kicks the bucket for good.  I know I should have moved them to my external hard drive, but guess what?  I procrastinated.  Yeah.  That worked out well.

I feel slightly nauseous when I think about exactly which pictures were on that PC instead of the handy-dandy external hard drive.  The Princess swimming, laughing, playing, looking at the camera.  Probably every single picture since I lost my last job.  That means I have no remaining photographic evidence of those 9 heavenly months spent at home with The Hubbs and The Princess before starting this new gig.  Last Halloween?  Gone.  Birthdays?  Gone.  Last Christmas?  Gone.  Two entire years of photos?  G-O-N-E, gone.

Please, oh, please, let them be recoverable.

Because, honestly, the computer has no sentimental value.  The pictures, however, are a different story.  I'll be mourning the loss of those for quite some time.