My Bad

I was trying to finish a draft of a post I started yesterday.

Oh, it was a good one relating my conversation with a friend who had lost his wife to lung cancer. I tell you my thoughts on his attempts to rebuild his life were thought provoking and, if I do say so myself, wonderful.

Then, just as I was getting into the self deprecating portion of my post describing how I thought I lost my keys, locked myself out of the car only, after 15 minutes of throwing a banging w/ both fists on the windshield, screaming obscenities tantrum, to find them where I left them, in the lock of the driver’s side door, I had to stop writing and attend to some sort of nonsense.

That’s when I clicked to save the updated draft.

At least I thought I clicked “update” coz, 30 minutes after I paused my post, I logged back on to find only one third of my draft retrievable. My latest addition was not saved. I guess, much like I just thought I had lost my key, I just thought I had clicked save.

So, I can either blame the I-phone or me for the error.

What would Steve Jobs do?


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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