Stolen laptop has ponies, not porn

My laptop was stolen on Wednesday night and I was joking with the witnesses that had they taken my previous laptop I’d be worried about the secret photos but I’m still on sabbatical from my sex-tech column so all the thieves got was pony pictures.

Ha ha. Yeah that’s the kind of wisecrack I make when my life is shattering before my eyes.

However. I have most of my data backed up and I have my emergency laptop — my computer is the portal to my social life and the complete repository of 18 years of professional life — and there’s a replacement on the way even as I type.

I was devastated for 24 hours but by the end I had updated police report, insurance claims, ordered the replacement laptop and backpack, and outlined a plan for meeting today’s client deadline. No client confidential files were on the laptop and all client work is backed up.

I do regret that I didn’t back up my Savvy Times article pitch, though, as I had URLs and names of sources I want to interview, and a clever lead, and for the life of me I can’t remember what I wrote. Ah well.

I got home around 11 last night and went straight to the pasture with a small bag of carrots. Rocky is completely blind at night and does not follow sound or scent very well, and he almost trampled me twice when I was distracted by driving Riley out of my space. I’ve been developing a program to teach him to follow my finger on his chin but have not started it yet. That would be good for emergencies. It would be so cool if he and Salsa could bond enough that Salsa could be his seeing-eye pony.

In the meantime I am going to start carrying a string and practice leading him with it looped around his neck. I’m certain he’s going to go blind in about 8 years, because he’s got everything else annoying and expensive that’s not life-threatening, and Appaloosas tend to go blind more than any other breed.

I love him so much and he’s mine for always, but, sheesh! Next time I’m getting an Atwood Ranch Naturally gelding and that’s all there is to it. They’re perfect, right outta the box. Hehe.

And should the lady who bought Firestone (AR ONE SMART ZACK)  ever need to re-home him, I am so there. Just cross your fingers that the real estate market recovers enough that I can sell my house (even if I only break even) so that I can do now what I should have done then, and buy a horse instead.