“Damn, damn, coal burning, dithering, ding, ding, ding.” That’s how I feel, anyway. (My favorite quote from “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying”, the musical.)
In some cosmic twist of fate, I lost both my cell phone text messages and my e-mail inbox in the past 48 hours. My confidence in Pine has been shaken, and I feel naked and empty, nightshirt notwithstanding. Good thing I practice safe backups. Still though, not being able to recover the data in its original form leaves me shaking like some kind of addict.