Due to the ineptitude of the goobah, who, while installing my neighbor's Internet connection cut MY line, I've had no access to the home computer since yesterday.
(Yes Tex: it WAS someone else's fault! Stacy was supposed to make that clear when she posted I would be web less for awhile. Anyone get the number of that bus she threw me under?)
I was told yesterday that the technician would arrive between 7:30 and 9:30 this morning. You guessed it: he showed up promptly at 9:29, just left, and I now have 100 yards of cable laying across my yard. When I asked when they would come bury it, I was told "in about 2 weeks", which made me think of the movie "The Money Pit" where all the construction guys would tell Tom Hanks their work would wrap up in about "2 weeks" and it NEVER did.
Meanwhile, my OCD already has me worried that the mowers will just run over the thing tomorrow and I'll be back to square one.
BUT: I've got the Internet again, at least for 1 day.
Ted is happy, albeit with a MAJOR problem.