On Monday at about 2pm my internet connection faded and then vanished.
At first I didn't want to believe it. I kept myself in a state of denial, telling myself it was just being extra sluggish and ridiculous. I didn't want to call the server because, oh, I don't know why. Maybe it was because making the call would force me to admit that the connection really was cut, (as in dead, lifeless, of no use, severed.)
Last time this happened I called them over and over. "I can see the problem," I told them. "The cable is dangling like a free and crazy thing from the 5th pole away from my house! Just come and FIX it!"
But they didn't come until almost 3 days later. (By then I had developed a slight twitch and a nervous little laugh.)
I NEED this connection! I need to know that an email from Trevor might just drop into my inbox at any time (you know how college kids are up at all hours) or that word from Jesse, away-off-yonder, might suddenly show up. I WANT a cheery note from Nelly and news from my sister, for crying out loud. I HAVE to hear back from Brady, my travel guy, so that I can stop being stressed about the tickets I'm trying to get booked for a whole buncha people. I MUST give answers to a lot of PRESSING questions from IMPORTANT people and, what's more, I FEEL BETTER about myself when I have a clue about what's happening in other parts of the world so for heaven's sake DON'T cut me off from the BBC!
Oh my! Now the connection has been repaired after a 24 hour disruption.
And I'm just left wondering this... How did I manage so nicely for those 10 years in Loita without being wired??