Friday, February 15, 2008

Waiting for the Verizon Tech

I have the tendency to dwell on things a bit too much, when I really shouldn't at all. The tendency is worse when I have too much time by myself with nothing to do like right now. Here I am, on my only day off, waiting all day for the Verizon guy to show up. They told me he'd be here sometime between 8 a.m. and 7 p.m. Now that it's 7:18, I don't think I just wasted 11 hours of my life that I won't be able to get back.

I'm able to type and publish this blog by stealing Internet from a faceless neighbor. The signal is so weak that I'm sitting Indian-style with my back to the front door, crammed in the tiny space where we hang up the coats. This is the only place where I can successfully connect. I dread having to get up, because I know my cramped legs will feel searing pain when I do.

I may have had a chance to buy a new book and CD at Barnes and Noble this afternoon, but Fridays are really becoming quite a bust. I hope it approves when the summer rolls around, when I can spend all day at the beach or in Manhattan, swimming in the ocean or drinking sangria while reading.