I've Been Cut Off

Friday afternoon my worst fear materialized. It was horrible. I'm not sure that I can go on. No, a poltergeist tree did not eat me. Nor did a horse for that matter, although that is always a concern.

On Friday I ... lost my Internet connection.

Long story short, the farmer that owns the grain bin that beams an Internet signal to my house decided that he didn't really want to beam me anymore. No matter how many times I begged him to beam me up, Scotty, he declined.

Now I'm reduced to either blogging via my iPhone (so not happening) or by dragging the iPad to various spots around town that boast free wifi. So far today (it's 2:33 pm) I've been to two different Starbucks, two McDonalds, and the county library. In the interest of honesty, a couple of those stops weren't solely for free wifi, but free use of the restroom.

Things I have discovered since I no longer have Internet access at my house:

1. Having access to the Internet in your home is a beautiful thing.

2. With the exception of a couple of squawks like "No Internet?! What is this?! It's like living in 1985!" the children are handling it pretty well. Kids really are resilient.

3. For every wifi stop I made, I consumed two beverages and every beverage equals at least one restroom stop. There is a math equation in there somewhere, but I don't like math. And I have to pee. Again.

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