Technical Difficulties

I'm experiencing a sad, tragic even, lack of connectedness to the internet this morning. The gods of wifi aren't speaking to me. Hells bells, they're not even spitting in my general direction.

Was it something I said?

Did I cut the cheese a little too loudly?

Is it my breath?

My outfit's not hip enough? Hey, I just read that ratty, ripped old bathrobes are THE thing on the catwalks in Paris this season!

C'mon man, you can tell me! I won't bite your head off.

Much.