The other night, I was awoken by an apocalyptic boom that was identical to the sound of the moon hitting the ocean in my dream last week. It wasn't Armageddon, however, just a really sick thunderstorm, the thunder shaking the house so violently, it set off all of the battery-operated toys downstairs. Cookie Monster's voice sounded like the voice of Satan rising from a toy basket at the edge of the stairs: "If letters were cookies, I'd sure have a bunch." It was Poltergeist. Very unsettling at 3 a.m. The wild lightning also caused some jive power surge that knocked out our high-speed Internet for two days.
It's impossible to work without Internet service and my cell service is so patchy, I couldn't even get online that way. Since I already had a sitter set up for the morning, I was going to go to Kiskadee, my new favorite Internet cafe, but then had to sit around waiting for Comcast to show in a six hour window. I was climbing the walls; I literally didn't know what to do with myself. Then I came across a quote I'd scribbled down a few months ago from the book "Eat Pray Love" -- "Sit quietly for now and cease your relentless participation. Watch what happens. Birds do not crash out of the sky in mid-flight, after all. The trees will not wither and die, the rivers do not run red with blood. " The author also describes herself as having a hyper-awareness of the passing of time, and a restless and stupidly hungry nature that causes her to feel like she can't miss out on anything. Me too. I decided to just chill and embrace the solace of being unplugged. Now, we're back online and back to the every day neuroses. The world didn't come crashing down, but my email server with 212 emails (198 of which were crap) almost did.