It's been about a week since we haven't had cable or internet at home and I am shocked (shocked) that I am not a blubbering mess rocking back and forth in a corner of my room.
I'm probably doing ok because I get my internet fix at work and I don't miss House thanks to knitting night at Kris' place. The only thing I find amiss is that I keep forgetting to bring my camera to work so that I can upload pictures, but those are mostly knitting progress pictures and I'm only sheepish about that when I have to face Kris and Marisa (haha, sheep! I kill me).
The quiet and focus that I now have at home is strangely calming and not half bad. I'm catching up on some books, organizing my bills, sleeping. If I'm desperate for the internet, I can always bring the PBook to some free wi-fi place and at least that gets me out and about.
Dare I suggest that life continues without cable and broadband?
I can just barely hear the rumbling protests of my roommates. If I'm really quiet, I can hear people wondering if I'm still drunk from this weekend.