Yesterday, I sprung from bed like a Hollywood starlet, with flowers in my hair and a glimmer in my eye.
Even before the spray of the shower washed the sleep from my brain, I had decided I was going to seize the day. I was going to clean, I was going to cook, I was going to stretch my creativity somehow, I was going to Get. Stuff. Done.
But most importantly, I was going to write.
I completed my morning chores, poured myself a steaming-hot cup of coffee, and sat down at my computer, ready to dazzle you, dear readers, with my wit. I clicked on my Google Chrome browser button and waited.
And waited some more.
Oh, the waiting.
That’s when I realized that my internet was down.
I did all the usual tech-y things that I know to do: I unplugged my router and plugged it back in again. I waited for a few seconds (cursing the whole time) and tried again. I blew on it. (I realize that’s a trick for old school Nintendo games, but I figured hey, why not?)
When all else failed, I yelled for my husband.
Brian came over and unplugged the router and plugged it back in again. (Like I didn’t already try that, honey.) Then he did some other complicated stuff that I didn’t follow. And finally, he called the cable company to complain that we had no internet, which was simultaneously crushing my creativity AND causing me to wail from my fetal position on the living room rug.
“There’s an outage in this area. Technicians are working on it,” he said, delivering the news with as much kindness as he could muster.
And so, with my frustration reaching its peak, I turned my back on the computer and went to the DMV instead.
(Which may or may not have been advisable, but I needed a new driver’s license.)
So anyway, I had a brilliant post that would have totally defined my blog–one that would have put Abby Gabs on the map–planned for yesterday. But I didn’t get around to it, and now the brilliance has passed.
And all because I had no internet.