A great morning, short-lived

I ejected myself from bed this morning with the same reluctance that always occurs at 4:30 a.m., but I felt good. During my commute, I wrote a quick blog entry about gratitude for warm showers and hot coffee.

At the risk of announcing cynicism in the guise of self-awareness, I also recognized that this springlike feeling of effervescent ebullience always (always!) precedes an equal and swift downward shift in circumstance and/or mood, back to top-dead center. Sadly, I was right again: while the warm water held out, I had no sooner looked down adoringly at my travel mug than I realized it still contained the warm water with which I had rinsed and warmed it to prepare for said coffee.

I also pressed the "Back" link in my Blogger interface during the entry of my post and without a blink, my post about gratitude was lost to the ages. No prompt of: "Are you sure you want to toss this post out like yesterday's garbage?" Just gone.

So in case you're wondering why my early morning non-prayer of thanks didn't include technology, it's because I wasn't feeling too grateful at the time.

Harumph!