Man, limited Internet access is giving me fits. I don’t want to spend too much time in the coffeeshop; the whole point of this trip is to be with my mom and help her with various projects. But as I catch up (more or less) on email and blogs, my entire online reading experience underscores how dependent I am on being within a few clicks away from anything I’m researching — or even merely idly curious about.
Not to mention how used I am to responding quickly to anyone who contacts me. Argh.
Today my main jobs are to kill spiders and box up books (in that order, so I can avoid boxing up spiders) and I do not need the Internet for that.
But I miss you all, my friends inside the computer.
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