Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What If Wednesday. . . . . .

What if a bandit came and disconnected my internet. Here is what my life would like like. . .

*peacefully void of checking my email/blog/facebook to see if anyone cares at all what I have to say about the world

*I might possibly have curtains on my children's windows because I chose to be creative rather than checking aforementioned sites. . . of course I'm not sure how I'd learn to do that if I didn't have the internet

*My house might be empty more because I'd find more ways to get out of it

*Stories written, edited, and submitted. . via post I guess. I write much more effectively when there isn't fun stuff to click on for distraction

*I might not have made broccoli soup, which is sitting. . uneaten in my fridge. really let me down on that one.

But alas. . no bandit has come, and I don't think they will. And so here I sit, trying to find something wildly distracting on the internet to keep my mind clear of things I'm trying not to think about. It isn't working. So, I guess I'm going to have to be my own bandit. Signing off. (until tomorrow)


  1. Hmm. I'd better get back to my kids' curtains, too. Thanks for the reminder!

  2. Yeah, I often tell myself that I'm going to take a day - or a week - off from email, computer, blogging (not that I actually blog anymore so I guess I should change that to "blog stalking"), etc. I've done it a couple of times but it's always disastrous because I get everything done via email and I always end up offending someone or not doing something that someone informed me I was responsible for, blah, blah, blah and that then goes catastrophic. I've been thinking about setting up my email to send out an out of office reply when I decide to do this, but then I realize people will just wonder what office I'm actually out of. {Sigh} I guess I'm saying I've got no good answers here!

    Still, going on hiatus tomorrow until I finish my two-month-plus old list of things to do. I figure it should take me at least a week. At least you won't be mad at me if you email . . .