As dinner baked in the oven, I wrote a long post in which I reviewed a number of books I read recently. As I hit publish, it disappeared into the ether, or where ever writing that disappears goes.
Since I first started using computers when I returned to college in the mid-1990s, whenever I lose something I've written, it immediately becomes the best thing I ever wrote.
I swear, the reviews were insightful and witty, and I'm just not going to be able to recreate them. I'll give it a whirl tomorrow, though.
Now I have to work on my Sockapalooza Monkey sock. Have I mentioned yet that I adore this pattern? I know, I know, who doesn't adore it, right.
Stay tuned for a slightly less brilliant book review post.