“Mom, but it’s the holidays! Why do you have to work?” Sophie whined as we drove to the salon to have her curls trimmed. I had just announced that I’d need to put in a few hours of writing every morning between Christmas and New Year’s.
We woke up this morning to a house that was technologically cut off from the world. No phone, no TV, no Internet. For no apparent reason, other than our Verizon FIOS service decided it didn’t want to work anymore.