Ready or not...

... Sometimes, when writing the journal the words flow. 
Occasionally it takes longer and I sit gazing into space for longer than is sensible. When it's been one of those 'sit longer' days, but quite a lengthy piece is eventually written, that you're reasonably happy with, it's really irksome to find that technology just goes, 'nah', and wipes it all away!  

(In the disappeared version today I had mentioned the lack of butterflies despite a plethora of bee and butterfly friendly plants. The joys of an empty washing basket owing to favourable drying days. The pleasures of having moved North and underwear on radiators. 
I hope the ether is entertained. There are probably Aliens somewhere reading all our missing mail, thinking, 'nah... They are not evolved at all'.
And I'm sure they're right).