This weekend the phone and Internets access was down for more than 24 hours (fortunately, cable TV still worked). I didn’t miss the phone much, but it reminded me how many things I’ve gotten used to reading or doing online. For instance, I thought about looking up a potential route for cycling and realized–the horror–that I’d have to find a paper map if I wanted to check out the roads. So much for that idea.
This morning I learned–to my surprise–that the outage was caused by a plane crash occurring over in Cookeville. After reading that the pilot died in the crash, the “hardship” I endured during the episode doesn’t seem so bad.