A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Lose

I guess I must accept the invetible. Sigh....., it's going and quicker than I'd like.
I got on the computer after church and meetings yesterday, specifically to make a post to this blog, but I couldn't remember my user id and password. I tried everything I could think of for over 20 minutes and not one of them worked. Little did I know, I had the corrrect user id and password just not in the right sequence. With an exhale of disgust, shoulders slumped in dispair and my self confidence already closing the bathroom door, I remembered I had saved the email verification in my "Clubs " file of my inbox. Halelujah!!!! Salvation from my dimishing brain cells! (Don't those genius geek types refer to that as a type of backdoor technique.)
Quickly clicking over to my open "Outlook" and scrolling down to the "Clubs" file I dropped all the way down to the end of the alphabetical list and clicked "Yahoo". To my astonishment the verification was not there. I searched again, but no, I hadn't filed it! Frantically, I went back to my "Inbox" back to Friday's mail, searching; then searching Thursday's, Saturday's again and again.
Great, just great! What kind of an idiot starts a blog, tells her friends and family and then can't get access to it ever again? Only a demented, senile, dummy! (Yes, I can be pretty hard on myself and that was just the Sunday correct language.)
My head plunged downward in hopelessness. I felt as though I had been turned out into a black hole. Starting a blog is not rocket science. I work on the computer every day. I have been doing most of my finances on the computer for several years now. I know I am usually a competent and fairly intelligent person. Where did I go wrong? I rehashed everything over in my mind, step by step, process by process, and yet I couldn't solve this dilemma.
Since by this time more than an hour had gone by, I gave up. I forced my disappoinment, confusion and incapability to the dungeon of my mind and with an aura of sadness began to focus on a Food Network program.
After a news program, shuffling some papers, a couple HGTV porgrams and bedtime prayers I called it a day and went off to bed with no thought to my unacomplishment. Earlier, between the food show and the news, I had resolved I would call B-Jo and plead for compassion for her dingy mother. (She's so good at helping me figure out my ineptitudes.) So, I slipped under the covers and drifted off peacefully.
Then about 3 hours later, as I rolled over to get re-comfortable and realizing that would not be achieved until I got up and went to the bathroom, it hit me! Not like a ton of bricks, more like the "I could've had a V-8" head slap. Duh.....it was "Google" not "Yahoo"!!!!!

If I am going to regain things in the middle of the night when I am supposed to be sleeping, all I can say is I am going to be extremely sleep deprived.

Can we say "Nap"? ;)