Ye ol’ interwebs are down. There’sa big storm a-brewin. It’s frustrating. The people should be over to get ‘er done. … Sometime … Maybe Friday.
When I was a child, not so long ago mind you, growing up in San Diego, there would be blackouts. The electricity would poop out because there were too many people blow drying their hair and heating their pool. When the lights failed, we’d get out the candles and carry on. We’d talk. We would giggle. The moment your electricity went, it was your show and all cast members to your immediate right and left. Though your lights are off, you are on. And so it went for hours. Eyes adjusted. Reality checked.
Thoughts seemed to move ahead. Ambition joined the party. There was a moment when the plan looked promising, but the lights blinked. Then, they were back on. Permanently. “Aah,” we would moan. Then, turn the lights back off as though nothing happened.
Though difficult to carry on business without the internet, it is nice to take a deep internet-free breath. And when it comes back on, I won’t turn it off. Not because I need to update my latent meal. Or that it’s very cold writing a blog post In thé dark with prédictive french texto. The internet is a great place. I reccommend, however, grabbing some Time off. Look around. You’ll love it.