Hey there!
I’m currently on leave from the wondrous world of webs. No grids, no phones, no wires. I am completely offline—and ideally have 2 fat slices of cucumber over my eyes.
If your request is urgent, close your eyes. Picture ocean waves gently rolling ashore …
There! What’s that? On the beach. Do you see it? It’s a conch shell, roughly the size of a Wilson volleyball. Go ahead. Pick it up. I know you want to.
Hold it to your ear.
Deep inside the shell a voice calls: “This isn’t a phone—and even if it were, the long-distance fees on these conchs are outrageous!—it’s just a prerecorded message. I’m sorry, but you won’t be able to reach me until Tuesday, August 31st. In the meantime, enjoy the waves …”
Cindy
