We woke one morning this week to find the Internet was out. We tried all the tricks: rebooting; unplugging the modem and plugging it in again; the straightened-paper-clip-in-the mysterious-hole gambit.
At that point, we decided the problem was not with us, but with the provider. Going out into the world, we found this guess was accurate. No one could process a debit card, but they would accept a check.
I think we are probably the only people we know who carry a checkbook around with them. I mean, nowadays you can swipe your smart phone to debit your account. I literally mean you, because I don’t have a smart phone.
Our errands in town complete, we came home to a still-down server. What do do? Obviously, I couldn’t update any of the websites I manage. I couldn’t check my gazillion email accounts. I couldn’t even access my favorite on-line game that involves brightly-colored plastic eggs and lots of cackling unless I turn the sound off.
Nothing left but to bring up Word and start on my manuscript where I had left off.
It was strangely productive. I wasn’t prompted to check how to spell a word on Google and then get sidetracked into other, not so relevant searches. Couldn’t log in to Facebook to see if anyone had posted any cute kitten pictures.
It was like going back in time to the days when I wrote using a typewriter, but not as frustrating. Cut and paste has it all over White Out®.
I got more done that day that any day before or since.
I need to try it again sometime.