The universe obviously wants me to fail NaBloPoMo early – “online” light on the modem at home is remaining stubbornly dark despite multiple power-downs and threats of grievous bodily harm.
I am half-jokingly blaming Dad for it – he’s been digging out bushes by the busload in the back yard, and it is technically possible (though extremely unlikely) that he somehow managed to sever the cable. We’ll find out tomorrow evening, when the “professional” from Spectrum will arrive to lay hands on the modem and pronounce sentence.
On a weird unrelated note, someone I don’t know know “liked” my yesterday’s post. Wonder how they found it…
Weasel of Doom 