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FREEEEEEEDOM!!!! 

Doing my best Mel Gibson/Braveheart imitation there.

I'm alone.  Only because there is a boy child out in the garage playing with a welder.

Mom of the year.

Hubby is recuperated enough to get back on the road.  Dear sweet man that he is.

When you are used to having five days a week alone, a three week stretch of a second male in the house can start to make your eye twitch.  Granted, there were the up sides, like asking him to pick up groceries for me, or taking care of cleaning chores while I was at work.  And the pipes DID freeze, leaving him to deal with that headache all day while I was behind locked doors at the store stocking and playing. 

But routine was disrupted.  Loud music could not be played.  Curtains were closed, blocking the sun.  Throw pillows were drooled on.  Dirty spoons were left on the counter next to the sink.  I tripped over shoes. 

But the man kept my supply of Coca Cola going for the Jack, so he's obviously a keeper.

More TV was watched than normal, and in this house, that means your choice of what's on Netflix, Amazon, or Hulu.  And hubby discovered quickly how incredibly craptastic our DSL service is.  There were occasions, when it felt like the good old days of dial up were quicker than what we had.  I started seeing "Loading...Please Wait" more than any program or movie were were attempting to watch.  It became commonplace to just give up and go read a book, which in my head, is always a winning situation anyway.  However, occasionally, I was actually interested in what was being watched, and the "Loading...Please Wait" became the giant fuck you of the day.

I got a Kindle Fire for Christmas, and may attempt to watch something on it.  I haven't used it for much more than Facebook and reading books, which kind of defeats the purpose of a Fire, so perhaps I will enjoy some interruption free viewing on it.  Especially now that I have a living room couch to myself, and nothing but piles of laundry facing my day.

As I was perusing Facebook this morning, I saw our President is making a stop in an area town to discuss making high speed internet available everywhere.  I found this funny, considering the movie I had just given up on last night.  The interruptions were so frequent, I began timing them for entertainment.  I'd get two minutes of watching and three minutes of loading, so that the 90+ minutes I was facing could easily have turned into an all nighter.  And it occurred to me...if the man is concerned about high speed internet, especially in rural areas, he might want to come hang out at my house.  We will pick a nice program on Hulu and watch that sucker jump, freeze, and have seizures for 40 minutes.  Then we can discuss high speed internet.  But alas, he has chosen a town that has some of the highest speed internet you'll ever see.  What is a gigabit, anyway?

So that's my deep thought of the day.  Internet speed.  And, I suppose, the fact that I'm the cheap fucker who refuses to pay for satellite service, internet or TV.  I have the opportunity for these deep thoughts, because once again, I'm alone in the house.  At least until my son burns down the garage.