One of the more challenging aspects of life in a developing nation is acquiring the unflappable attitude that gradually grows up around any person who spends a good deal of time surrounded by things that rarely work quite how they should.
After a hairy first six months living in a house with four --five? I can't remember-- complete bathrooms, none of which functioned properly, I started to develop a bit of third world zen.
I made peace with the transitory nature of all things, including but not limited to water, power, and the employment of that one guy at my favorite taco stand who always washed his hands first.
Two years later and generally speaking, the lady's not for flapping.
Electricity goes out? Meh.
The already perilous single road connecting your amenity-free hamlet to civilization has been magically transformed into something best described as "beyond the Thunderdome"? Good thing I bought an SUV.
But now my internet connection is in peril.
It's been fluttering in and out of consciousness like Puccini heroine and yesterday it was gone almost completely, thereby not only greatly limiting my access to adorable baby elephant videos, but also my ability to communicate (my American phone runs through the internet) with my bank, doctors and my tens of adoring readers.
It's not ideal.
And of course because this is Mexico, getting it fixed will involve standing in multiple endless lines, router in hand, hoping someone, somewhere will do something before shutting down for the day at three in the afternoon.
All of this is a long-winded preemptive apology in case I'm not around much this week. I'm working on it. In the meantime, look! It's a baby elephant!