Over the weekend my office building had a power surge, which knocked out electricty for some time and fried the router for our computers and printers.

All day I've been deaf, dumb, and blind, or it felt like that, anyway. No email, no payroll, no nothing.

On Friday I printed out the customer service items which require reviewing each year. So today I was the only person in the office who could work productively. I don't know what little intuitive voice told me to do it, since I could have worked more easily online--if I had internet and network connectivity.

But something told me to print the stuff, and so I was able to do the analysis the old-fashioned way (Batty remembers), with paper and pencil.

None of the reports is time critical or essential to life and/or limb, so we're just waiting patiently for a new router.

I warned the technician that the computers at our location have static IP addresses (we're the only location in the company set up that way); I asked if his fancy new router would be compatible. He looked surprised, and I'm pretty sure he had no idea. Let's hope it's a non-issue and that tomorrow we're back in business.

Meanwhile, I downloaded today's work onto a flash drive and will try to send it as an attachment to an email to the office which requested it. Who knows if it will work? Who really cares?

Not I. I'll give it one try; then I'll move on to the evening's activities. A glass of wine, a computer program, and thou...singing in the wilderness, were Paradise enow.