It's alive! It's alive!
Restoring my Palm was harder than expected. Oh, the restoration went OK, until the memory manager error. But that might have been because of the low batteries. You see, there was a problem with the batteries that finally ended up in it after all. I suppose I must have put one of the old ones back in by mistake, and they were reading low. So I changed them, and the same thing happened all over again. I was sure I had a bad capacitor (the thingie that keeps the power running for about a minute so you can change the batteries) and would need to send it in for service. So much for those people who say extended service plans are a waste of money -- sometimes they are just what you need!
So I called the extended service plan number and went through the troubleshooting steps. Although the Palm had been sitting in the temporary apartment all day long, on the off position, the new batteries had nearly died, too -- and I knew these were fresh batteries. So the guy on the phone made me install new batteries, do a hard reset, etc. (and if you get ahead of their little steps, they get sooo cranky). Of course, the little stinker behaved like the perfect gentleman the whole time. It even let me change its batteries without any trouble at all.
I was supposed to check it frequently over the next day to make sure the batteries held their charge. I wasn't supposed to reinstall anything because that might be what caused the problem. (Never mind that I hadn't installed any new programs for weeks, yada yada yada...) So ironically, here I was looking at my Palm's battery indicator and kept urging to run out
of juice. :-> Because then I could get the thing fixed or replaced and have peace of mind (instead I have pieces of mind).
Finally, today, I got annoyed with having an expensive paperweight and restored all my stuff. This time, I did it in stages, leaving WordSmith until later. That worked, either because I did it in stages or because the batteries were better.
Of course, the lost edits are still in that great writing room in the sky, probably sitting at the knee of all those stories Robert E. Howard and H. Beam Piper never got to write... Sigh. I wish they would tell some of them to me. :)