The sweat began to run down his brow .Hot flushes surged through his veins.His eyes ran up and down and across the page like lightning Hands shaking in panic nay fear he tapped at the key board hoping beyond hope his search would be fruitful. Then the relief flooded back like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. He found it.
The "bad writng2 thread had slipped off the end of the page. Now refreshed it appears at the top where it belongs. Peace once more reigns.