A single folder stared back at me: "To Read Later (2016)." Inside? A recipe for kale smoothies and a guide to building a birdhouse. I have never liked kale. I am terrified of power tools.
I found the file. Buried in a folder called "Desktop Stuff → Old → temp → FINAL(2)." Double-clicked. Imported.
Nothing.
I checked Chrome. Firefox. Edge (why do I even have Edge?). I checked my work laptop, my phone, my old tablet that takes ten minutes to boot up. I searched "bookmarks" in every cloud drive. I whispered to Alexa, "Where are my bookmarks?" She played a song by The Beatles.
Then I found it. The link.
A single folder stared back at me: "To Read Later (2016)." Inside? A recipe for kale smoothies and a guide to building a birdhouse. I have never liked kale. I am terrified of power tools.
I found the file. Buried in a folder called "Desktop Stuff → Old → temp → FINAL(2)." Double-clicked. Imported. where are my bookmarks
Nothing.
I checked Chrome. Firefox. Edge (why do I even have Edge?). I checked my work laptop, my phone, my old tablet that takes ten minutes to boot up. I searched "bookmarks" in every cloud drive. I whispered to Alexa, "Where are my bookmarks?" She played a song by The Beatles. A single folder stared back at me: "To Read Later (2016)
Then I found it. The link.