A marvelous idea for a blog post slapped me upside my mind at three o'clock in the morning. This happens. All too frequently. I lay abed and composed it. This is good stuff. So l edited and polished it, refined it, perfected it. Four-fifteen I make a trip to the little room next door, return to bed. Shiver a bit to get warm again, run the post through my head one more time. It is perfect!
After I showered and dressed, eight o'clock, I went to the computer and logged on. Brought up blogger to write my post.
I could not remember. One. Single. Word. Of that perfect gem.
I wrestled with this throughout the day, convinced that ere nightfall I would recover my work. Not so. Not one inkling. But I do remember that it was an absolutely wisdom-of-the-ages, polished and perfected, ready for the world