the old-fashioned way

Three envelopes came in the mail. They were not bills. They were not typed. They were personal letters. Three!
One was from an old friend who didn't have my current e-mail address. (Note to those who know her: it was the somewhat newlywed Leenda from California! She's fine and may visit.) One turned out to be a CD of music from an internet pal in Louisiana (ahem). And one was a letter from a friend in the Rhode Island state pen. (No, he doesn't like it there, he vastly prefers FREEDOM!, as he puts it, but he hasn't been harmed and is looking forward to getting sprung the beginning of April.) These are all things for which the internet is so far problematic and the USPS is actually useful.
But think back. For the past week, Wolfen has had no internet access in her new loft. She is unable to send in her computer for repair, get directions to the nearest Fed Ex office, forward her mail, order a pizza, get a prisoner's ID number nor the phone number for the aforementioned state pen to check visiting hours, etc. etc. And that's not to mention conduct her business.
Still, she does have her cell phone. And I remember when she first made me get one of those! The world of technology is bizarre and quick. About that new iPhone. . .