The internet connection at my house died last week. Zip. Nada. Nothing. The red light flashed from my modem. Pulling out plugs and pushing them back in didn’t help. Oh, no!
I called AT&T. Three or four days for service? I had an Online Book Club event coming up on February 2. Ground hog day. I talked AT&T down to two days. The inside and outside guys came out and did their thing. Thank you, AT&T. As a result, the Kindle version of my award-winning novel, The Engine Woman’s Light, made the Amazon Best Seller List in Steampunk, at one point, #28. Three cheers for internet connections, AND for the people who keep them working.
I wasn’t happy, however, for being off of the net for two days. I have a favorite YouTube video I watch every night before going to sleep. It plays Erik Satie’s Gymnopédie No. 3, accompanied with views from Paris, both of great meaning to me. Reminders of my beloved husband, David, whom I lost to cancer last year. Not to worry. I opened my laptop and it played that YouTube video. The thing just popped up, without any internet connection at all. Certainly not downloaded somehow. I later checked all the downloaded files.
YouTube gone occult.
Thank you, David. I’d thought you might have been with me on Christmas Eve, too–offering your ghost as a Christmas Present. Now I’m sure.