"I am not that crazy lady who calls 911, just so she can take a ride in an ambulance. I do not call toll-free numbers in lonely despair so that I may talk to someone with a friendly voice. I have no love of your service repair men, as cunning as they may be...."
They (Comcast or a.k.a. the Man's evil helpers) refused to believe me that there was a MAJOR problem with our cable because every time they left here, my internet was magically fixed. When I say "fixed" I mean it would work for 1 or 2 hours and then disappear into la-la land where politicians, elves, and the occasional sea serpent walk around wondering what happened to their cash transfer from Mr. Obo's African estate.
Finally, after convincing them that I really do have a life and don't live and die to see their van outside of my house, they agreed to rewire EVERYTHING. So, I am back now. Actually, I was back last week, but it took me awhile to catch up with the world and all of my deadlines. I couldn't allow myself to even peep at the blogosphere until I was done with my "must do's".
Let's hope for some smooth sailing for the next few weeks.