My hard drive bit the dust on Monday. Kaput. Finito.
But hopefully not irrecoverable.
I came back from walking the dogs and the screen was frozen. Turned it off and back on again only to be greeted with a gray screen with a flashing question mark folder icon. Great. Booted from the install disk, but no hard drive listed. Crap. Tried some other stuff, still no HD showing up. The gentle clicking sound was not confidence inspiring.
Jeff thinks we can recover some data since my last backup; just waiting for a disk to come in the mail. Fortunately, I do back up the important stuff (just hadn’t done it super recently) and rarely delete pictures off the camera. And, seeing as how I’m married to a tech geek, we had an extra MacBook HD around the house so I’m back in business (sort of). Also, Jeff thinks we can get Apple to replace the fried HD for free. Apparently there were some problems with the model I had, and Apple put out an extended warranty for it.
Makes me realize just how dependent I am on my computer and information. I mean, I knew that already, but really. I felt almost helpless on Monday.
I had at least one picture-heavy post planned this week, but I’m not sure it’s worth the effort with my lappy in limbo.