I had a reasonably decent post to put up this past week.
I wrote it on my Steno Pad, along with my work notes, and everything else that permeates my head when I’m not expecting it. But, Wednesday night last week, I got drunk.
And in my drunken state, I left left unzipped the particular pocket of my man-purse where I had stowed my precious tablet.
Far too drunk to operate anything octane-powered, I walked home my usual U-district to Lake City stretch. The tablet that I had stowed must have dropped somewhere during my anything-but-dignified stumble home.
So, here I am. Drunk less than a week later. More than obligated to write. And all I have is the truth.
And there it is.