I awoke this morning at 6am. With nothing to do. Or so I thought. But I needed to check if by some miracle the water had receded sufficiently for me to cross the bridge to central to work. After all this time I was ready, soooo ready to go back to work. To normal. A luxury afforded to me that others would kill for too, I am sure.
So I dragged over the iPhone and hit refresh on the river height page. Now listed in favourites on my screen. And it timed out. Grrrr. Insufficient reception to open. How annoying. Dragging my butt out of bed I went to see why the wireless was no longer connected. I restarted it assuming there was an error. And waited. There was nothing.
A bubble of angry begain to rise to the surface. Not 6 hours before had Hubby mentioned to me that the extensive internet hours I currently keep are pissing him off. To put it plainly. I fumed. He’s unplugged it or something. The voice said to me. This is his passive aggressive way of getting you offline, it taunted.
Bastard. I muttered as I scrabbled around the floor.
Nothing I could do would make this work. There was no internet. And I was stuck. No info. I muttered some more and went back to the bedroom. The internet’s not working. So you know. Not that you would care. AT ALL. This was said with escalating volume.
Hubby arose quickly. And was pretty pissed off, just quietly. He went and fiddled and came back to declare it no good. It was off for some reason. Sure, I said. The little voices screaming. Make him turn it on. Make him. Tell him to fix it. But I didn’t. Thankfully, my brain kicked in and I figured it was flood related. I sent a call for help out to my cousin with satellite internet and got the river heights.
No go. Still under. And I went back to bed. With my internet not tampered with. And my Hubby not a passive aggressive jerk. Because what else do you do when you have been sitting out flood water since Saturday? The rest has been done days before.
Crazy is as crazy does. And I am going crazy. Cabin fever I think they call it.
And I’m one of the lucky ones.
Suger 
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