I woke up this morning and discovered we had no internet connection.
But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.
During naptime (theirs, not mine) I actually pushed through and finished my big edit instead of fluttering around reading blogs and obsessively checking the comments on my first 100-words for Sharon Mayhew's awesome contest. (The feedback has been so helpful so far. One commenter even pointed out a huge typo in the second sentence that I missed every time I read it. If you click over, please know I mean my main character can devein a shrimp in five seconds, not five minutes. Five seconds is admirable. Five minutes is ... slow.)
It was a strange day. More than once, when I had a few moments to spare, I found myself wandering into the office to check my inbox. I'd look at the computer and remember I had no connection and wander out again to find something else to do. Which meant I had a more productive day than normal. At least, the house is a bit cleaner.
And I did mention my edit is done, didn't I? Time to break out the bubbly!
It's funny how dependent I am on the internet for my social interactions. When was the last time you disconnected? Was it by choice? Did it feel as weird for you as it felt for me?