2.8 Minutes Later

When the bitter darkness recedes, when we return to light, how quickly we forget those dungeonous times. Thrown back to the struggles of nigh a month ago, now we sit astride our five-burner Eiklor logs, engrossed in our virtual-lives, awaiting a return to normal, which is to say a return to living virtually with the lights on.

Oh will my wine warm to above 59F? Will our Edy’s Grand Light Slow Churned devolve into soupy sweet milk? Will my i-This and i-That lose charge? One might think our past suffering had made us stronger, but alas now my physical anguish is laced with fear, with trembling that our discontent might become true inconvenience.

I write to pass the time. I write to occupy the folds of my brain, to stave off solitary boredom. But wait! What is that?! Why…it’s the glow of my wife’s i-Device! Oh sweet angel of mercy–I am not alone. I can scootch to the other end of this vast sectional and find comfort…and perhaps more.