Ah, connection
The Internet was on the fritz. It wasn't so much fading in and out like a radio station on the edge of the listening area as it was generally not working. For a moment, I was panicked. I needed to check my email and make the rounds before bed. How could I sleep without it? I took a deep breath and realized that I would survive. At about that same moment or some 33 moments later, the announcement was made, "The Internet is working."

I lunged for my desk and fired up Safari. No email. The rounds only lead me to Meckhead's dress. Where else would the Internet lead but a bridesmaids' dress? I laughed at myself and went to sleep.