My FiOS router fried last Friday. Dead. Green light-less. Toast. We tried everything short of Cat-to-Cat. Single-handed I even penetrated Verizon’s menu to reach a wonderfully helpful person in Columbus, Ohio. She tried everything. Beyond help. Reset death. Toast was the verdict. “We’re sending you a new router right away. It will be there Monday.” OMG.
No Internet. No e-mail. No blog. No Twitter.
How would I get through Saturday and Sunday? Why is my attention span shrunk to the size of a gnat. Why don’t I need to remember anything any more because I can Google it? (How do you spell gnat? Nat? Knat?) Why is it when I don’t blog for a day – or pour my entire life attention into the Twitter stream – that I blame my lack of self-discipline, my self-control, my resolve?
It happens. My router was dead. I was alone with myself. My frickin Internet was turned off. Withdrawal? Desperation? Must I drive to the Gooder Group office to get my fix? What will my blog think? What will my followers think if my Tweet is silenced for a twit-second?
How did I survive the weekend?
I did some REAL work for a change. Put-off-for-too-long, productive, positive, fulfilling, achieving, accomplishing, permanent, valuable work for a change. Not a bad thing at all.
Don’t get me wrong. This is not to mock the value of conversation. This is not to belittle the need for embracing the new. This is not to criticize the latest attraction for our time. But it is to say that it was nice – very nice and satisfyingly old-fashioned – to do REAL work for a change.
The new router arrived today as promised.
I’m back now. Breathe.
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