So I went from a wonderful weekend to having something horrible happen. When I got back from Winfield on Sunday night, my external hard drive had a little accident and I may have potentially lost a bunch of my pictures (which is horrific for a photographer). Even though I should feel stressed and upset, I am remarkably at ease. I have been whistling and humming to myself everywhere I go. I've realized that I can't change anything, I just have to deal with things as they happen. And even though I may have lost something important to me, I will survive. So I shipped my hard drive to DriveSavers in California, where they will attempt to reconstruct it in a clean room environment and transfer whatever files they can onto another hard drive. I won't know anything until probably next Friday. In the meantime, I'm feeling...free.