After much sturm und drang
, my dear neighbor and friend completed a task begun by another friend and finally got my wireless connection to work on this semi-new computer (I bought it last summer in my harrowing transition from Mac to PC. Its a Dell Inspiron 600 m. It has six squillions of plinkabytes. It has gigas galore. I can get on the Internet four different ways. I have photos on here. I have millions of hours of sermon-sweat on here. This thing is my second brain).
So I'm untethered from my study, sitting here on the couch in the parlor, listening to jazz ("sounds like elephants mating," my Ma would say) and surfing away.
I feel so liberated.
I feel emancipated.
This isn't what Susan B. had in mind, but still... I do.
I CAN GO TO STARBUCKS (OR PANERA!!) AND JOIN THE CORPS OF EMANCIPATED, PUBLIC CLICKERS AND SURFERS AND E-MAILERS.