Stupid Modern Technology

I didn't think I'd need to print the Excel file, so I just saved it to the desktop of my laptop and left to make a pitstop.
Meanwhile, other things came up like a game of whack-a-mole, and today, when I needed the Excel file like now-ish...I didn't have it because I had taken my laptop to the doctor.  No problemo, I thought.  I logged in to my email on Elder Computer, only to find I had deleted the email because, you know, I had saved the file.  I like to keep my inbox cleaned out, but this is like when I was a teenager and my mother Rapunzel used to tell me, all in good fun, that I was too blasted efficient.  She'd go looking for her coffee, and I'd have dumped it out and washed the mug.
I had to beg the sender to resend the file, which she promptly did, at which time I was cruelly reminded that Elder Computer doesn't have Excel.  I'm going into town tonight, so I'll apprehend someone else's computer and open my file there.  Wait...what's my stinkin password?  Elder Computer knows what my password is.  I don't.
I had to further beg the sender to reresend the file, to another email address whose password I DO know.  Either she's cursing me right now, or she has the patience of Jeremy Renner.  Again she obliged, and Voila! thanks to Excel Online and the fact that I can access it from this email program, I now have the file.  I'm trying really hard not to print seventy-nine copies of it just in case.
Just as I was about to post this blog entry to Facebook, as if there are people out there who actually want to read it, what should I hear from across the house but, "This one?"--CLICK--computer off.  Because The Precious was turning off breakers for Hunneypunkin who was doing some electrical work.  No, not that one.  That was the one that powered the computer.  True story.