On my own: a little whine, with a dog story.

I like being alone.  I like shaping my own day and I like consulting my very own self about what I should do and when.  Of course, I like being with my friends and my beloveds, but what I'm saying is, I do find a lot of pleasure in solitude.

However.

Today I felt almost itchy, I wanted so much to be in contact.  Stuff's going on at work, I'm missing my colleagues, there are never any e-mails, where are my updates?  It's made me a little snappish. However, I do have this to report:

Today, after I picked up Bruiser's poop in a poop-pick-up bag thingie, and I was trying to tie it off while my hands were in gloves, and we were crossing the street at one of our usual street-crossing places, and then there was a cat which he was very interested in, and I was saying, "No! No!," still tying off the poop bag and then, after the cat went into the garage and Bruiser was still looking backward as she disappeared, the little dog at that same house came roaring out into the front yard to the very edge of the chain link fence, barking like he was a T-Rex and Bruiser was going to be his snack, and Bruiser got in his play crouch and then dashed off, while I was holding onto the leash and trying to finish tying off the poop and I got whirled around and the leash flew out of my hands, the poop bag went flying, and I fell.  I'm pretty sure you could see daylight between me and the sidewalk at that point.  I didn't get hurt but it did make me feel mad.  

And when I got back home from this walk/debacle?  Still no e-mails.  

Whine out.

Oh my gosh, no internet.

So, you guys, last night when I checked the tubes not for the last time but for the very last time, everything was working fine.  I connected to Safari and my computer hummed like a busy, efficient bee.  Gmail, blog, Huffington--up-to-date and off to bed.  But this morning, the internet has stopped being my friend, as in our friend, and there are all sorts of errors and problems, and failures to connect.  

Failures.  To connect.  As in, my efforts to connect all failed.

Rebooting like a mad woman has done nothing.  I can't even isolate the problem:  the historian's laptop won't connect, not even with the ethernet cable, but I can't connect to singing son's wireless, so what is it? and why this sudden meltdown?  The thought of talking to some probably very hardworking IT guy on the phone to troubleshoot it all makes me simultaneously itchy and weepy and rage-y.  

I am not amused.