I just spent about 8 man-hours troubleshooting my internet connection. I did everything short of throwing my wireless router into the toilet. The good news is that Its obvious that I've become more patient with myself and the "things" in my life that used to make me crazy.

My first 40 years were riddled with self-centeredness, angry tantrums, and "why meeee?"

Turns out it was a bad cable, and I'm back on the internet , and, perhaps more importantly, nothing was broken in anger.