Beorn is our first guinea pig who consistently growls. Truman and Linus would both growl if you bothered them, but Beorn has big feelings about random things. For instance, he doesn’t like when Josh hugs me in front of him. He jumps up and gives a low growl as if to say, “Take your hands off my lady friend.”

I had a day when I had to play my yoga app through my phone. It’s identical to the normal app I use, but it doesn’t contain the background music. He stood and growled for two and a half minutes before I gave up because I couldn’t hear the instructions. I turned on an old audio recording of my yoga routine. He growled once because there was no image on the screen, but he decided that it sounded close enough to normal, so he allowed me to do the routine in peace.

And finally, he hates “Zodiac” by Yaron Hadad. I get it. Many people do. But it’s amusing because I can play any other song. But when this song comes on…

…he stares at me in disbelief and growls until I turn it off. Adding the college-era line dance that goes with the song only makes things worse.

Poor Beorn. Little pig. Big feelings.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “Read Kristen Welker’s Heartfelt Letter to Her Daughter About Surrogacy, Infertility” (Today.com)
• “Ein erster Bericht” (Elaine ohne Kind)
• “Gratitude for the Little Things” (No Kidding in NZ)

Okay, now my choices this week.

Jewish IVF thanks the same reporter mentioned in the Second Helpings link above. She explains: “When Kristen Welker and her husband shared their story, I was happy to hear her news. No strings, just happiness. When someone shares their story, I’m so proud of them. Their courage brings awareness which can help end the stigma.” I’m glad they were able to build their family with a surrogate.

A Half-Baked Life tells a sad story about a robin and her eggs. I’m warning you; it’s a little heartbreaking. And this line gutted me: “Reminders that our hearts are never quite the same.” So-freakin’-true.

Lastly, A Separate Life brings Infertility Awareness Month into her non-IF space. Mali also posted on her infertility blog, but there’s something so powerful about pushing a topic from the background into the foreground in a different space. I love all of these reminders, especially: “Talk to us about our lives. You might learn something. We might learn something about you too.” I always do when I pop onto other blogs.

The roundup to the Roundup: Things that make Beorn growl. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between April 23 – 30) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.

Anne Helen Petersen had the most perfect sentence in her newsletter: “There are people you encounter, however briefly, and end up living rent-free in your head for years.”

I do not know the people who are living rent-free in her head (a set of influencer twins), but I know the ones that occupy my own mental space. They are always people I know—almost always people I know very well—and I give them a rent-free room in my brain so I can stress-think about them, wasting energy.

I have silent conversations with them, explaining why they are so. damn. wrong.

Seeing it written that way by Petersen—that I’m giving them rent-free space vs. gaining something from the energy expended—was such a profound shift for me. From now on, when I start telling them that they can hang out and not pay a dime, I’m going to backtrack and tell them that if they want to occupy that space, I need to be getting something out of the exchange, too.

It’s my brain, after all.

Patrick McGinnis coined the term FOMO—fear of missing out—but he also coined a second term: FOBO or fear of a better option. That understanding that the other option may have been the better option. FOBO kicks in while making the decision and lingers after in the form of self-doubt (and maybe regret).

Four minute video break:

✨ Turned this one into a lil' video ✨

• What is FOBO?
• Signs you have FOBO
• What to do about it
• And of course the little "squishy squishy"! 🧠https://t.co/jcBr1oNQ6Z

— Anne-Laure Le Cunff (@anthilemoon) April 8, 2021

I think I’m the worst combination: a satisficer who also dabbles in regret.

Though I like the idea of looking at all FOBO with the knowledge that we don’t have complete information, even though we are behaving as if we do. We can’t possibly know how the option not taken would turn out. We may be more miserable living that other choice.

A good fact to remember.

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Ísbíltúr is the Icelandic word for the act of jumping in the car and driving around until you stop for ice cream.

It all clicks into place—I am clearly Icelandic at heart.

We also walk to get ice cream, which makes it exercise more than ice cream eating, and it’s not always ice cream. Sometimes it’s a gelati. But driving to get ice cream takes up a lot of my mental energy. As well it should.

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The ChickieNob and I continue to do our indoor walks every afternoon. We’re still listening to The Magicians, trying to match it—moodwise—with different cities. When we were in Antarctica for the book, we walked through snowy Stockholm. When we were in the Neitherlands, we walked through Rome.

One day, while marching briskly through virtual Sicily, I realized that a bunch of people were wearing masks—mostly over their chins. The video had to have been made in the last year and a half; likely only a few months ago judging by the weather. They were gathered in crowds watching buskers, sipping Aperol spritzes at sidewalk restaurants, wandering in and out of stores.

Statistically, some of the people we were seeing were now dead.

That is true of any video on YouTube. Those people in the background will die at some point, and a person watching a video of a street scene in the future is seeing people who are possibly gone. But with COVID-19, it is extremely likely that some of the people we are passing on the street have died from the virus. Almost 3 million people are missing from the world due to the pandemic. 115,000 in Italy alone. During a 40-minute walk, we pass hundreds of people in the streets. It seems likely that a few are counted among that 115,000.

It’s a sobering thought.

Like I said, it’s not unique to the pandemic, though the pandemic certainly puts that idea front and center in the mind. It makes me sad when I catch their smiles, glimpse laughter, note a kiss.