The Old Days

For the second time today, I find myself at the closest coffee shop to La Casa de Kraft, which happens to be Starbucks. It isn’t for the coffee, the atmosphere that makes me forget that I’m anywhere other than Anyplace, USA or wanting to be the butt of any Starbucks jokes. I need Internet.

Our Internet connection is not functional today and tomorrow morning, forcing us to life as it was in 1993. No Internet. No e-mail. This is even more difficult as the primary way I’m notified of work voicemail messages is via e-mail. It has been quiet in the house with no streaming Internet music. I’m antsy to check messages. The USPS only delivers once a day.

Taking a day to unplug every so often may not be a bad idea. I should be able to go 24 hours without Internet.