We were without internet access here for many hours, and I'm not going to lie, I started to shake a little bit when I thought about all the time I suddenly had free for cleaning.
Reading blogs versus scrubbing toilets: that's a hard transition to make, my friends.
Of course, St. Jude came through on his feast day, so all my panicked desperation was for naught, as is usually the case.
Now I can sit and scroll through the seven trillion items in my Google reader with a clear conscience since my floors are scrubbed and dinner is in the oven. I might even eat a mini Reese's peanut butter cup or four.
I got so much done, maybe I should leave the internet more often. Shudder.
Nah, that can't possibly be the message in all this.