So says the folks at Shaw: our signal is weak. And thus our Internetz be broke. Indeterminately. For a while, apparently. And I, with so little else to say this evening, am blogging via my droid and a(n occasionally) more reliable 3G connection.
I should read a book.
I should do something creative.
I should turn my brain off and watch a movie.
I should go for a run.
I should clean the bathrooms, do the dishes, or organize my office.
I should go to bed early.
I should put on some quiet music and just listen.
I should make cookies.
I should play a board game with my wife.
But, I’m probably going to obsess over my broken internet connection instead, fiddling with the digital cranks and levers inside my modem, until I realize it’s past my bedtime. How silly am I?