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Disappearing Act

My posts seem to evaporate into thin air, or so I thought.

In order to explain, I must first explain how the Tobii I-series alternative and augmentative speech device (AAC) and speech generating device (SGD). I'm able to access many websites through the SonoKey software. Being able to interact with those websites depends upon numbers attaching to the operators. This allows me to make selections and operate portions of the website using eyegaze technology similar to a mouse.

It's marvelous technology and I'm grateful for it. However, it is plagued with problems. Usually, and I don't know why, by the time I enter the numbers corresponding to the operation, the numbers change. I've tried to wait-out the numerical change and been foiled. This makes accuracy of selection difficult. So frustrating! Especially, when the selection evaporates a post I've worked hard on!

Not only that but I've been offered a choice "Are you sure you want to delete this post?" Naturally, I chose NOT to delete but as I learned, both selections on Blogger.com delete the post. Evaporation, either way.

(Expletive!)

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