Big event around here this morning was the WiFi didn’t work. I raced to the illogical conclusion that recent solar activity took out the entire internet. Soon discovered that there was cell signal. And electricity. So, the sun was OK. Found the router. Turned it off. Drank a cup of coffee. Turned it back on. Fiat WiFi.
The Twilight Zone
Will I ever stop feeling like I have to always be “doing something”? I mean, is reading a book “doing something”? (I always considered reading a book a reward after a day filled with “doing something”.) Think I should expand my concept of “doing something” to include book reading, paper folding, and coffee drinking.
Today’s “doing something” culling and cataloging the photos from my Northwest Passage trip. There are a lot of them. That’s a lot of “doing something”.
