Saturday, in write.as, I think it was the 22nd of Feb
Pretty danged good metaphor for people, methinks.
Pleasant, lazy night. A bit of online, a bit of spider solitaire, and a bit of a two deck solitaire game my sister picked up on college. We've no idea what it's called.
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Yes!
<next morning>
Well, that certainly sucks. Of course, I can only assume in what is so far a vacuum of details.
Without an ongoing backup? Tsk, tsk....
That said, I find serenity in knowing I've posted absolutely nothing important, here. It could disappear in a blink, and the situation would be like how water fills the space one's finger occupied in a cup.
Succinct, bullseye beauty!
And, somehow, the beginning of that reminded me of a now ancient song called “So in to You” by the Atlanta Rhythm Section.