Yesterday, at around 4 p.m., the Internet went down. When connectivity hadn’t returned an hour later, I picked up the phone to call my parents and see if I could work over there, and discovered that the phone lines were down as well. When I returned home about an hour later, my husband pointed out that the cable TV was down, too.
Triple poop.
Our lines were down for over 20 hours in all.
What I did when I was disconnected:
- read a bit of Stephen King’s The Bachman Books for the five trillionth time in my life
- became intimately familiar with the games available on my new Acer laptop
- became incredibly agitated over the fact that I was missing  the most-anticipated (by me) episode of So You Think You Can Dance, with a guest judge appearance by Ellen DeGeneres (!)
What I should have been doing while disconnected:
- taking advantage of the lack of usual distractions (Twitter, HGTV, etc.) and whipping up some world-class personal essays
- typing up possible blog posts, to paste into WordPress later on
- researching new markets at my local Barnes & Noble
Conclusion: I am both hopeless and helpless without the Internet. ::sigh::
Clever post. I, too, lost connectivity for a bit not long ago. Oddly (grin) my reaction was about the same as yours. Sigh. I’m working on learning to do the, “right stuff.” Fat chance.
Best regards, Galen
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