Last night, my car was broken into, the passenger side window smashed and my iPod, digital camera, umbrella, jacket and my wife's sweater stolen (along with a handful of change). I wasn't really mad, so much as disappointed. I mean, it is just stuff (though my iPod has been so useful in so many ways that it'll be the most missed). But the whole event has left me feeling a little out of sorts. At least my laptop wasn't in the car. If it had been stolen, I'd have lost the files for both my finished novel as well as the new one I've just started. That would have required ritual suicide.
Oh well. Life goes on and windows can be replaced, as can stuff in general.
Update: Got the window fixed.