Alas. It was not to be. The Mansion was plunged into darkness this afternoon. A darkness darker than a dark basement lair. The power went off right when I had settled down to my blogging business.
That's how I do. I get an idea. Sometimes leave a couple notes in a post that I mark DRAFT. I look through it the night before. Touch on it mentally every now and then. Usually a lot of idea start flowing right after I get up. Usually while I'm in the shower. Maybe my brain circulation is stimulated in there. Like when Lucy used that scalp massager thingy on Ricky. Anyhoo...as I drive to town and back, the ideas build upon each other.
When I sit down at my New Delly with my 44 oz Diet Coke and my lunch, I open up a Word file and type my ideas all willy-nilly. Misspellings
Yes, I go on about my business of lunch and heavy Diet-Coke-drinking, reading not-real news and watching YouTube videos and catching up on my conspiracies and seeing what commenters have to say about Teen Mom 2. Safe in the assumption that my evening post is percolating, my ideas recorded, ready to be whipped into shape.
Except when the power goes off.
I had not saved today's thoughts in my Blogger draft. Not named my Word file, nor saved it. Darn me! Darn me all to heck!
I can't remember a thing about the original idea. But I think I can piece together this morning's happenings.