I woke up Sunday morning to that which we all dread: No Internet. The only things that saved me from going out of my mind were that Helena came over later in the day to keep me company until today and that Olof called me every day once he realized I wasn’t getting his emails.

Over the phone, Olof ran me through a few different diagnotics tests but nothing worked. He encouraged me to call our broadband provider, but I was extremely hesitant to do so because I dread speaking Swedish on the phone and because I’m not so good at tech-speak in my native tongue, let alone in a language I’ve not quite mastered. In the end, however, I did call them and I talked to a very nice, very helpful man who got the problem all figured out for me. Turns out we need a new electricity adaptor, which apparently is a common problem. We’re still waiting on one to come in the mail, but for the time being, Olof’s sister, Anna, has kindly offered up theirs (they’re not nearly so internet-dependent as we are, obviously).

Now that I’m reconnected, I feel a bit overwhelmed. I hardly know what to do first. In the space of two days I feel as though I’ve completely lost touch with my friends’ journals and blogs and with all the latest goings-on on the two message boards where I post. It’s amazing how tied up we can get in the lives of people we’ve never met in person, forging genuine bonds and lasting friendships. Even now, four years after moving halfway across the world to live with a man I’d yet to meet face-to-face, I’m still amazed by this internet phenomenon.

Tage has been sleeping very restlessly lately, and I’m hoping that resolves when Olof gets home tomorrow (TOMORROW!) evening. He’s been having what I initially took for nightmares, but that I’ve begun to fear are night terrors. I really hope that’s not the case, but the descriptions I’ve read online seem to fit. I guess there’s not much to do either way, but it’s very alarming and unsettling to wake suddenly in the night to your baby’s blood-curdling screams.