My Internet is down. No big deal, right? Except that it is. The good folks at Verizon assure me they have crews dedicated to fixing the outage. Meanwhile, yours truly is flopping around like the proverbial fish out of water.

Joni Mitchell said it best “Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone.” That is clearly my situation. 

Like most men, I’m a creature of habit. Even the smallest deviation from my habits can cause me serious mental problems. I get grumpy, and the only cure is to place me back in my routine. At this point in my life, the Internet is very much a part of my routine. Take it away from me at your own peril.

First, I help Michelle run Prairie Girls, which is almost 100% online. I do the online stuff, so… Verizon has taken the “on” out of online, and replaced it with “off”.  Suddenly, I’m on a deserted island. I’d put a note in a bottle, but I have no bottle. It’s 8:00AM, and way too early to start drinking anyway.

Did I mention this is happening during a big sale? It’s enough to irritate the Good Humor Man.

I can hear you guys now; “Rick, why don’t you just relax and go do something fun?” Like what, go find the Verizon truck and let the air out of its tires? Not my style. I’d rather do some good, old fashioned, recreational complaining. I should probably take this opportunity to give Michelle credit for being the quality, understanding lady that she is. She listens to me. The woman’s a saint!

If you’re waiting for me to get to the point, I don’t really have one. That’s the fine art of complaining! If I want to, I can do this all day long. I’m talking about ALL-DAY-LONG!