New Lens: Second Sight

    Our new computer is in place, and I am still working through the changes it has wrought, not so comfortable a pursuit as I would have hoped.  I couldn't find my blogs, and had the thought that they were eradicated.  A curious feeling, as though part of my life had been obliterated: not exactly a part though, more like my identity. Writing in my blog is important to me, an expression of what has happened.  Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night to report to myself some thought or happening.  I say report to myself because my blogs are public, but not publicized.  I am the main reader; I even reread them to remember what I thought at the time.  Often, when I read in the morning what I've written in the night, I delete the text.  That's probably a good thing.