My contribution? I was the grieving spouse... wailing, wringing her hands, pacing the floor, flipping through back issues of Sunset magazine from 1989, sipping lukewarm coffee from the vending machine, calling immediate family... I was a wreck.
We aren't out of the woods yet. The old hard-drive is in and out of commission, sometimes grinding and sputtering incoherently. This morning
Save. Back-up. Count your blessings. Love and be loved. Greet the brand new day. Repeat.