I believe we can judge how addicted to a thing we are by how angry its absence makes us, and how quickly that anger sets in.

Right now I’m feeling quite angry because my internet has abruptly stopped working. I might be less frustrated had it just stopped all together, a blackout, but instead it works just enough to be worth trying to use.

Sure, you can start listening to music, but if you’d like to finish more than two songs without an abrupt intermission, well...sorry.

Of course you can begin Terminator 2: Judgment day, but you’ll have to watch it with approximately three dozen pixels and yes, it’ll have to pause every two to three minutes. It’s for your applause.

Obviously I am addicted to the internet.

We all are.

I’ll be going to bed earlier tonight than usual because, well, most of my night time activities have to do with watching nonsense on YouTube.

All in all this is probably a good thing.

I spent most of the day doing rather intense manual labour. I cleaned the chicken coop out, replaced the old soggy wood shavings with straw from the barn, which I mostly finished cleaning out.

Then Jack and I dug out a spot for swimming in the brook.

You can submerge in the silty water.

It’s nice, and better than YouTube.