I was writing to you in the wee hours about a wedding, when the streaming archived radio show I was listening to caused me to crash mid-post. Had I saved? It is to laugh.
When Typepad asked me to offer the eulogy for my dead post, I immediately accepted. No one knew or loved that post as I did. In fact, none of you had ever read that post (I can fairly assume). Ah, she was special: funny; astute; lovely, in parts; and unfinished. Much like myself.
They say it's unwise to try to replace the loss of something you love. Nevertheless, if you come back later today I'm going to try to reproduce some of what I'd written.
And take it from me: save—save—save. Early and often; lavishly, repetitively and compulsively. I refer to computer files, of course. Spend everything else. If you can't think of anything to spend it on, email me for suggestions and a postal address.