I even had a poem picked out to post this week, and then I hit a glitch: no Internet connection at home. No, not in Costa Rica yet, still in Washington. The Universe is clearly preparing me for the place I am going. Being all proactive and such like, I called Century Link last week to request that my service contract be terminated on March 21st. They cut it off the moment I hung up the phone. I can’t see that this was anything other than a blunder in their part, as I would happily have paid for another 20 days of service.
Anyway. No Internet. I have Internet at work, but my computer won’t connect to it. A nice IT guy explained to me how to “update the driver” on my “wireless card” but to do that I need to, um, access the Internet. So. No luck.
Thank Jesus and the saints for Straight Talk and the unlimited data usage they offer! Big shout-out to Straight Talk. Whoot whoot! So I CAN post this uplifting tale from my phone by poking patiently at letters smaller than my fingers.
I hate typing on my phone.
So the posts may not be so plentiful just now, but the blog will go on. I will keep right on talking to myself as usual, and I’ll let you in on the conversation as I am able.
(How can typing on a phone make BOTH hands hurt? I don’t know, but it does.) Pura vida.