Remind me never to buy a house when I have a book due. Okay, granted, I always have a book due, but even so I should have arranged this better.
I am like a mad scientist's experiment on the effect of stress on rats. Or the small, pale, anxious-looking mammal of your choice.
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
But I have to keep taking it and working while I take it, and because this isn't a funny enough story for future retellings, we here in the high desert are also experiencing windstorms so I have had a headache for about two weeks. Crazy-with-stress and headachy. Even the SO has been complaining of headaches for the last week, so it's not just me. Or maybe I am the common denominator. It's been known to happen.
This is the long way of admitting that this a placeholder post. I can't just drop off the face of the map because then the VA starts to get emails asking if I've died. I WISH.
Kidding. I'm a kidder.
A kidder with a headache. Which is the worst kind.
So everything is pretty much fine. The book is coming along, believe it or not. We're looking at somewhere between 60 - 70K (regardless of what Amazon says) and it's a lot of mystery and not so much romance because I basically want to kill someone.
We were supposed to close Monday, but every *&^^%%$$###@!
Anyway, while I have thought of many topics for posts, I find that I just do not have the energy. I barely have the focus for a normal conversation, yet alone the ability to think philosophically about such things as why people you have never met--and never will meet--think it is appropriate to share such personal, private information with an email address OR ask the person at the end of that email address for personal and private information.
But a lot of us live online now, and we forget that we are still the minority. Most people are not living their lives in cyber space.
It does raise an interesting question though. If you were to unplug today, how much would it affect your life? In what ways would it change your life? Do you think you would be forced to forge better and more meaningful connections with people around you if you couldn't hop onto the intertubes to socialize? Does the internet enhance or distract from your ability to connect with people?
Are we engaging online to the detriment of our real life engagement?
Inquiring minds want to know.
I've read a few articles about "addiction to the internet." What do you think about that? If you were addicted to the internet, would you know?