Woe is me ...

I was hoping that giving the boy at the Mac counter my best big-eyed sad puppy dog impression would help me get the data from my hard drive back but I must have been wrong... because it's all gone now.  All gone :(  It's as if the little Macbook they handed back to me was mine yet not mine, like a vampire who's body was with me but whose soul was long gone.  Serves me right for not backing up more often I suppose.  

Pictures of trays 9 and 10 still on their way because I've still been taking them, just not uploading.  It's just part of my obsessive, compulsive nature.  Will update on my last visit to Dr. A shortly as well.  Lots of progress and news to share, I promise.