Day: February 28, 2004

I’m sitting in my office right now, which is so not where I want to be. But my Internet connection is out at home — has been out since last Sunday when yet another attempt to update my virus protection failed, my computer crashed, and lights that shouldn’t be blinking on my cable modem started blinking like mad. As near as I can guess, the modem got stuck in something like a feedback loop: the activity light keeps flashing, even when the computer is off, and my limited success at getting online for about half a minute quickly gave way to absolutely no success at all. A technician from Adelphia will be coming to my apartment sometime between 8 and 10 on Monday morning to see if they can’t figure things out.

Which is why I’m here. At work. On a Saturday. I sent out about ten e-mails yesterday afternoon on my new story for Voices of Central Pennsylvania — my editor was kind enough to let me drop the voting machine story when attempts at contacting people proved all but impossible — and I wanted to respond and see if anyone else had written. I also wanted to interview someone who left a message about the story on my answering machine yesterday, and recording interviews is much easier when you have a speakerphone at your disposal. (Which, at home, I don’t.)

I’m going to leave my office now, although I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. It’s a little frightening just how much I’ve come to depend on having an always-there internet connection.