Nothing like an internet outage to make us realize how dependent we have come on riding the Information Super Highway. You know, it's funny. We barely hear that term now. And somehow we don't drive on it, we surf. On a web. Somebody has a wacky imagination.
Well, the characters in my current novel finally told me how the rest of the scene played out. Thank goodness. I'd begun to worry I'd never get out of New Zealand. Here's to hoping they're not so terse with me again regarding information...then again, I suppose I need to pay them more attention.
Perhaps I could USE more outages? (Let no deities of any kind take that to heart!)
Besides, I really could have used the 'net to look up plenty as I wrote.