A mini-disaster struck exactly a week after Halloween. I found out late last night that my Evernote account, containing the digital notebook in which I do most of my writing, had been infected and I lost about half a day's work. It was scary, but thankful most of my work yesterday was either corresponding via email or writing things that were backed up elsewhere. Still, it stings to spend hours just recovering what you'd already completed the day prior. I'm glad that I work far enough ahead that this setback was nowhere near catastrophic. It's times like this that I start to slightly miss being paid per hour, though...