Here is the post I didn't get to post this afternoon due to Sluggoid temperamentalism:
Just before going to sleep, I had an idea for a great paragraph. I didn't get up to jot it down. It was so clear in my mind that I was sure I'd remember it. I forgot.
The afternoon was all budding trees and blooming flowers under pearly grey sky where the veiled sun was like a bright reflection in a mirror fogged with age.
After reading through the unfinished post, I did indeed find a few caffeine-induced tangents that needed to be removed. I saved them for use in other posts. Now I am back on track and (I hope) nearing the completion of this troublesome outburst of memory.
I dreamed of flowing water again last night, and of wandering through endless rooms of a rambling riverside house which grew ever larger as I walked from room to dusty room. In dreams, I turn into Sarah Winchester.
Anyway, it's getting late and, now that things appear to be working again, I need to get working again. Oh, the computer hates me, the language hates me, the clock hates me. Only the cats love me. Yay for cats.