Coffee in the Denver skyline mug, no music this morning as my personal iTunes library lives on the external hard drive for my laptop and the USB cable end is bent so I no longer have connectivity. The main iTunes library for all of our music was on the office iMac--whose hard drive died and had to be replaced while my mother was visiting (it wasn't her fault, really). However I have a backup of the iMac's contents on another external hard drive--including all the music--and I figured I could scope the music off of it. No such luck. It looks like everything is saved in a back-up format not readable except by the computer that backed it up (at least that's my hope because if it's not readable at all I have lost all our family pictures for the past 10 years, all our music, all the email Dave wrote me when we were first dating and being apart for 10 minutes was too long--in short, everything digital that matters).
I would love to test my theory about the second hard drive only being able to be read by the iMac, but unfortunately when the iMac came back from the Apple Store it was without its power cord so cannot be started up. I just need to power down my amygdala (here's my real-world reference) for a few days till the new USB cable arrives from Western Digital for the laptop's external hard drive and Dave picks up my iMac power cord from the Apple store for me. THEN I can fall apart if need be.
Today I walk between the raindrops to get the dogs to the groomer, glass to Todd, ads and exhibition services ordered for the Atlanta and Dallas shows, and pieces in and pieces out of the kilns. I finish the day by throwing wide the studio doors for open studio. I hope I can follow James McMurtry's advice and stay dry as a bone.