The wall to the right of me is blank, and it feels like it has been for forever, but in reality it's only been empty for a few days. It's a bit strange and obviously bothers me, or else I wouldn't be writing about it. I feel the absence more than I feel sadness for the loss, if that makes any sense.
I've been struggling to get my new router to work nicely with my cable modem for... oh... 5 hours now, and nothing has really come naturally, and I realize how much I relied upon having someone more geeky in the house. The situation forces me to rely more upon myself, which I'm really okay with - I learn more lessons this way. I just wish sometimes that all of these settings made more sense... and that I had some kind of "network technician" here, as I'm not sure if 2 "routers" playing as DHCP servers will ever agree on anything.
Today I outran (jogged, really) a very slow-moving streetcar to catch it at the next stop. It's the little successes that add up to make one feel a wee bit better, I think.
