That is to say, without internet.
Which is as close to Walden Pond as I ever wish to get. Closer, even.
Could I fly out soon as possible to help them settle in with the new move?
As it turned out, hitting the ground running was pretty much what was required.
Their new house is lovely,
I arrived on Thursday; the house's internet connection wasn't scheduled to be installed until the following Sunday.
Oh, no, thought I upon hearing this news, No email! No news! No blog! For days!
"There's a McDonald's around here," my daughter offered, "or a coffee shop where you can go to use the WIFI."
And I suppose I could in fact have slipped out. But, in truth, slipping out that wasn't what I was here for.
I was here to help with the cleaning, the errand-running, the running out to do the laundry,
By Sunday afternoon, though, the internet was up and running and we were all back in touch again, and I'm finally back in the blogging business, at least when I can grab a minute here or there.
"So how was it being without internet for three days," asked my Hubby Tom from back home in Columbus.
"Actually, kind of exhausting," I sighed.