Sigh.  How many times I have put together what I think would be worthwhile diaries but never gotten them on disk.  In the evening lying in bed as I drift off to sleep ideas come easily.  Words flow smoothly from thought to thought, paragraph to paragraph.  More than once I have had the thought as I drift off to sleep, Hmm, that would make a pretty good diary.  I ought to write that down in the morning.  Alas, in the light of day with fingers on keyboard, blank screen in front of me, the words come grudgingly if at all, the thoughts so crystal clear the night before seem muddled and confused, the easy progression from thought to conclusion no where to be found.

Now where are we going and what's with the handbasket?