Ah, the wonderful world of words.
I was writing a mail and wanted to use a word describing transition; the word I wanted was right on the tip of my tongue, I knew it, I could hear it, I could almost taste it but I couldn't find it in my dictionary that I keep next to the computer. Nor in the Thesaurus, nor the web dictionary.
Despair and rewrite but not defeat.
I got off my duff and hauled out my trusty and trustworthy Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, a tome of 1535 densely printed pages, and there I found it, my word.
By then the mail was somewhere in cyberspace or in the computer of the recipient waiting to be read, hopefully making sense, even without the special word, but I now have the word right in front of me, and I won't forget it.
Wonderful things, words.