As soon as I arrive home from my forty-minute jaunt with Mother Nature, I treat myself to a large cup of freshly brewed coffee. It's irrelevant that I have already consumed several cups of liquid caffeine with my husband before he left the house. It is the morning dedication to what will be peace, quiet, and hours of uninterrupted computer use. With my steaming brew in hand, happy that I have finally reached this time of the day, I head up the stairs to my office. As I settle my well-rounded backside into my executive chair, a Christmas gift from last year, I switch to automatic pilot.
Technology is grand.
No more double clicking a desktop icon. A simple push of a button and my mailbox is opened. As I listen to the sound of the modem connecting, I gulp down my coffee. But while I am waiting for the hissing of the telephone lines to end, I gulp it down in haste. The excitement is more than I can take.