After all that moxie talk, my world ended when my Internet went down 3 days ago.
I am not suited to be a pioneer.
I had reached the point this morning where my kids found me sucking my thumb naked in the corner of the office.
I had just hit refresh for the four bazillioneth time and there was still no network connection.
I have called Comcast 2900 times and sobbed to them. It is Winter Holidays and I am not dragging 3 kids in the below zero cold to sit in a cafe with WiFi. I am desperate, but not insane.
When the repair man came last night, I ran out into the -20 temps with my bare feet and hugged him and offered him a beer...until he said he couldn't fix it, then I sobbed some more after putting snow down his coat.
There was a time I lived before the Internet, and at that time I enjoyed hiking and camping and backpacking and writing paper letters.
But I don't poop in the woods anymore and I want my Internet back.