It might be a sign

Sometimes, when it seems your computer is doing everything in its power to make everything ten times harder than it needs to be, maybe it's just trying to send you a message.

I was in the middle of composing a post when, distracted by distraction itself, I went away to amuse myself in various other internet fashions. I left my create post window open, knowing it would be anxiously awaiting my return. I spent a little time surfing, then, as the promise of my re-emergence from the cyberspace black hole was about to be fulfilled, I decided to have a little tidy. It was a valiant attempt to clear the vast clutter of windows scattered across my screen and make this computer a calm, relaxing place to be. It all went horribly wrong...

Before I even clicked on the close window button I could see what I was doing, could see but couldn't stop. The Don't!!! message that my brain quickly screamed at my fingertip reached its destination a millisecond too late. There was a brief moment of panic, then I lapsed into resignation, watching my post disappear in slow motion. Gone forever and forgotten by Friday.

What brilliant thoughts were contained in this mysterious post? It was something about not being so lazy anymore, getting stuff done etc etc etc, except in much more eloquent words, of course. Perhaps the failure of those words to get this far was a sign. Maybe I am destined to sit here forever, me and my plant and Ciaran (he's a bear).

Or maybe it was just me being clumsy, which, let's face it, is far more likely. So I won't dwell any more on the was it a sign? theme, because that's just the excuse that a lazy person would use. Excusing the very purple metaphor I'm about to deploy here, the little bud of effort is still trying to blossom in the flower of my mind. Tomorrow, as my lost post opened, will be the day that everything changed and doing things began.