My fingers began to shake. My heart began to thunder. I couldn't breathe. I panicked.
My internet wasn't working.
I was gone the majority of yesterday* and, upon returning home in the evening, discovered our internet service was down. I tried the whole rigamarole: Resetting the modem. Shutting down and restarting the computer. Launching a sharp pen at the monitor. Nothing worked. NOTHING WORKED.
I was frustrated, as I always am when I can't get online the instant I want to. But I took it as a sign that I didn't need to be occupying myself in such a way, and moved on to other things. And I figured my computer-genius husband could make it all better when he got home.
Not quite. So much for his genius.
The same happened this morning, and it took a call to our internet service provider (which I really, really dislike) to sort it out. After confirming my phone number eight times (Yes! That's my number!) and being told our access password was "Q... U... A...--" (Yes. That's my name, and I do know how to spell it. Thankyouverymuch.), the problem was targeted.
I followed their directions, and now we're back up! Whew. I couldn't have gone all day without internet.
Well, maybe if I chose to do so. Really. I could have.
But it wasn't my choice today.
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I hope everyone has a warm and blessed Thanksgiving. May you feel the love of your family and friends, even if you're far from home, and be aware of all for which you can give thanks.
*Some friends lost their son last week, and yesterday was the funeral. I will remain steadfast in my prayers for his family as they continue on after this tragedy. In his honor...
precious FLETCHER
born 8-9-2008 ... entered into rest 11-20-2008
Chris and Laura, we love you.
