The clear hard light of day reveals only that the lappie is still dead. Not that I expected any different, but there was always that vague hope. After I stopped pacing around the lounge I decided I may as well try and get some sleep. After all, I wasn't going to improve matters any. I kept waking up and remembering some other file or document or email or whatever that was probably going to be irrecoverable. I am shocked by how stupid I was. Both for the accident to the machine itself, and for not having backed up enough. And I guess I'm a bit surprised at the feeling of grief and loss. And what on earth am I going to say at work tomorrow????