A couple of weeks ago, I opened my laptop to see fuzz--something akin to the fuzzy picture you may sometimes get with a television. Of course I panicked. Assumed my computer was upon its death bed. Frantically, I backed up my manuscripts, proposals, and my husband's work files. When I took it to a computer fix-it shop, I found out it was a fairly easy fix...fairly easy, although I wouldn't have it for a week.
At first, life without my computer was a bit--dare I admit it?--freeing. Kind of like how I feel when the kids are out of the house. I was free of e-mails, facebook, even blogging. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy all these things just as I enjoy my children, but without them, I realized that sometimes social networking efforts can consume me.
As I was preparing for bed, however, an unsettling feeling came upon me--like both of my boys weren't safely tucked in for the night. Only it wasn't my children, but my computer...fifteen miles away. And so, the freedom did not last. Even now, as I write this blog post by hand (planning to post when my baby is returned to me) my hand is cramping and I'm regretting taking my computer, or any other luxury God blesses me with, for granted.
What modern technology would you miss the most if you woke tomorrow to found it gone?