NaNoWriMo - Day 17 - Coping without technology

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There are no more surprises at least for today.

We have no internet, the power company came along and removed an old pole and that was the end of it.

It's amazing what you can't do when there's no internet, and then all the things you said you would do one day if only you had the time.

This mornings word count accumulates quickly without the distractions so I had the afternoon to finally clean up my workspace.

Now I can't find anything.

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