So it all went down the hatch when it crashed.
I generally have saved things onto USB besides hard drive.
Well as I used to say "Here today & gone tomorrow I had to rock to hide that sorrow."
It's because I am not too well & not with it.
At least I'm not living rough at Christmas on the streets of London any more.
Or dare I say it the Middle East in a refugee camp.
Peace on earth goodwill to all men, I ask you?
One thing I learned after my first cardiac was "You can't take your CDs beyond the doors of death."
I don't know why I'm in to writing down the bones.
I use the computer as a notebook but mostly its garbage that bubbles up from my chaotic subconscious.
And though I'm rough on my self criticism fuelled with stoicism of rice & dhal diet etc.
At times as like Dylan Thomas said "As I sailed out to die" its really no skin off my nose.
Its all yesterdays papers said the Paperback writer.
It sings to the tune of a temporary life suffering the suffering of change.
You can only wish on a star & look for the silver lining in the dark night of a none existent soul.
No wonder that the banks are in trouble when I can't save to disc.
It may be save Dave in his cyber cave but it should be mindfulness like keeping aware as the death rattle runs into my next go round.
No sweat yet.
Dave
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