Unplugged

Last night....winter...dark...Sunday. Who wouldn't turn to the internet (after 60 minutes, of course). PANIC! My service is down. I am isolated, cut off from friends and family, from shopping! I am an addict, you see. Most of you who know me know that I have a chocolate habit, a Chardonnay habit, and now the internet. There's chocolate and Chardonnay in the house, but NO INTERNET!
After trying the usual rebooting procedure about four times, praying to the SBC gods all the time, still not the special combination of lights I need to see on the modem. And to add to my frustration level I could not find the help number for the service.
So of course I call my own special help number, my private expert computer guru, son Carl and he says I've done all I could do and he's watching the Bears play. They're leading(but they'll lose).

It is hopeless. I am left with half a computer. Sure, I could write documents and play Spider, but sitting there with that gray signal in the bottom corner is too sad. And I've been around long enough that I've learned sometimes you have to walk away and hope the computer fairy comes during the middle of the night and waves her magic wand.

And she did!

After a few false starts, the green lights blinked into position...the little blue square said the tempature is 22 degrees (ugh) and I knew I was back in business..oh joy, oh joy.

A happy ending. I love happy endings!