The one with a big finish

Our computer power cord recently gave up the ghost. Unfortunately, its passing came exactly at the time when my computer announced that I had better save all documents because it was out of juice. (Apple? Carrot? White Grape Peach Pear?)

So in my last moments of laptop love I quickly found a replacement cord online and bought it. Then, the power cord snapped in half ... which may leave you all wondering if my pregnancy cravings included electronics and wiring, but actually it's probably due to the fact that all my computer time takes place on my couch, leaving the power cord tweaked at an odd angle around our side table.

So my big question is - did you envision me typing on a couch or did you think of me as a desk type? Or, even rarer, sprawled across a piano with laptop beside me?

Actually, I lied. My story is not even close to done, I think, so stop your 'ruptions.

Anyway, since I ordered the cord it has occurred to me that I probably could have bought one at at my local Best Buy and had instantaneous Internet access, but as a matter of principle (and economics) I'm waiting the 5-7 days for it to arrive in the mail and borrowing the Internet from Mr. Dub when he leaves his work computer around.

So most of the day I'm without my precious computer, which has been so insightful for several reasons. First, it is amazing what you need to do with a computer these days - look up directions, pay bills, write articles, research shoewear. And it's also amazing what you don't need to with a computer these days that we all do - check the news every half hour, browse blogs, research shoewear.

It's been really liberating to not even have a computer to use. It's like going on vacation and knowing that you couldn't even clean your house if you wanted to. Or going a whole day without wearing a bra.

I think that's the end of my story -

No, wait, the point of my story is that I'm considering implementing some computer restrictions - like only using it at 7 a.m. and 4 p.m. for a half-hour each. Or is that a little Depression-era-esque?



The End. (Picture fireworks.)