Overinvested

Tonight, for a brief moment, my husband and I thought our DVR had died, and with it every show, every movie, every random snippet of multimedia miscellanea we've committed to digital memory in the past year. It was as though a friend had died. Torn between panic and despair, actual teeth may have been gnashed.

Seven minutes, two reboots and one Google search later, our digital phoenix rose from its own binary ashes.

And there was much rejoicing.

Yay.

I think I need to hug more trees or something.