I've been offline for a few days -- internet problems. It's made me aware of how attached I've become. (I refuse to use the word "addicted.")
It's easy to forget how dependent we are on something until we don't have it. Check the weather? Can't. Look up that recipe? Can't. What's the capital of Gambia? Not a clue.
And then there's the whole people connection thing. Suddenly I had so many emails I wanted to write, people I wanted to catch up with, facebook, blogging -- yeah, not happening! When I called my ISP, they promised a guy would come out Sunday afternoon.
In the meantime, my kids and I spent a quiet, rainy weekend playing games, building a fort in the living room, watching movies from the library. It was fun. And while there were a few wistful glances cast in the direction of the computer, it didn't take long for me to find something else to do.
The tech guy showed up today right on time, spent a few minutes fiddling around with things and said I was good to go. I gave him a hug, thanked him profusely and waved like crazy till his truck was out of sight. (Okay, so I didn't hug him or wave. But I think he could tell I was deeply grateful.)
It's wonderful to be connected to the world again. Strange though, now that I'm back online, I find I really have nothing much to say.