My office was broken into over the weekend -- someone walked by, saw my laptop through the little window in my office door, grabbed a heavy object, smashed the door, and took the computer. It could have been a lot worse, in pretty much every way. It's the university's computer, not mine; I run a remote backup every single day; and while I'd left myself logged into email and a few other things, I was able to cancel my credit card and change all my passwords without too much trouble and before anyone did anything bad.
So mainly it's all a matter of inconvenience rather than anything else, but it's left me feeling... fragile. There's still broken glass on the floor in my office. I don't really want to go through the involved procedure involving other humans required to do a complete restore from backup onto a computer other than the one that one backed up originally until I have my real replacement computer in hand, but of course that's making it awkward to get things done.
I seem to be spending all my time reinstalling OmniGraffle on different loaner computers so that I can work on my very-close-to-deadline project with a distant co-author and feeling like someone just gave me a big mean poke in the eye. I'm worried about using my back-up debit card to pay for my hotel at the conference I'm going to at the end of the week.
I'm a whiny baby. Et cetera. On the other hand, this cup of coffee is awfully good.