I found my notebook. Hooray! It was in my backpack. I hadn’t been using the backpack as luggage. I had merely thrown it into one of my duffel bags so that I’d have it if I needed it for hiking. But at some point before I finished packing for the return trip, I must have tucked the notebook in there. Odd. But I’m relieved.
Meanwhile, there’s something else that seems to be lost. Yesterday I decided to retrieve some files off my old computer, but then I couldn’t remember my passwords. They’re not in the notebook where I usually write down passwords, and the password hints, which I created myself, are cryptic. I probably thought they were very clever at the time (almost a decade ago), but they’re not very helpful now. I think I understand a part of each hint, but not well enough to get the exact password. It’s not the first time a lost password has caused me trouble. You’d think I’d have learned to write them all down!
On the bright side, my hubby said he’ll take the hard drive out and retrieve the files for me. Ain’t he sweet?