When I got home from work last night, I had no Internet access. Being an alcoholic, with my own seedy history, I thought perhaps I hadn't paid the bill. But I checked it, and the bill isn't due till the middle of next month. The cruel irony? My iPhone wasn't working either!
I went to my neighbor to ask if some dastardly evil force had shut off my beloved Internet as a whole. She assured me that was not the case as all of her access was working just fine. I came home and read about (spoiler alert ha) Anna Karenina's suicide and went to bed, satisfied that I was simply not meant to access the world wide web at that moment.
So now I am waiting for daylight so that I can go out and run seven miles. The mornings are starting to be cool. I have only 46 more days of marathon training. I will be very relieved when it is over. It is a gruesome task.
I actually had things to write about last night, but writing on an iPod is challenging. (syd, I did download a blogger app for my phone, but not a good one, could you give me the name of the one you use again?)
Let's all stay sober again today, ok?