Long ago (at least in blog years, which means months or minutes ago) I declaimed on the temporary, ephemeral, and transitory nature of blogging. Like anything else.
Then, a few moments ago, I had a scare to underscore that fear.
The whole blasted blog was missing.
Internal Error 550. Sounds like a punk band. Or a security alert. Or spiritual malaise of the lowest order. Take your pick.
I had been told to back it all up on Word or something but didn't exactly know how. (Still don't.)
Joseph Heller began his book "Something Happened" with a line that went something like:
"I get the willies when I see closed doors."
Well, I get the willies when I see my blog missing, gone, kaput, ejected, white space, vanished.
I didn't know we had become so attached. I didn't know I was so poor at practicing detachment.
I'll sleep fitfully.