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Thursday, February 2, 2006

I donít know whether to write anything or not. Itís so frustrating not to have my DSL line working. Thereís a dial-up option, but Iíd have to go on line to figure out how it works, and I canít get on line. So here I sit, disconnected from the world even more than usual.

The problem first arose when I couldnít use my fax line. I didnít know I couldnít use it until Iíd spent two hours trying to send a fax to the Boss. After dozens of failed attempts, I finally decided to take a closer look, and it turned out that the fax machine was refusing to dial out at all. So I plugged a phone into that line, and there was no dial tone.

All this had started at about the same time I lost my DSL connection. So I called SBC Repair to report the problem, and they checked the line before asking me to make an appointment. All of this was done by machine, and I never talked to a regular human person, so I couldnít express my dismay when they said that the first available day for a repair person was next Tuesday.

It could be worse, I guess. No, really. It could be a lot worse. This is just a minor bump on the muddy road of life, and Iíll survive it. I kind of wish Iíd had some warning, though.

2 February 2006


The fact that my web site (this very one) was unavailable for most of the day seems to be a completely separate problem. Of course, I couldnít check it after I lost my connection, but it had to be a server problem, because even when my DSL line was letting me connect, and my ISP was working fine, the web server had problems. And there have been intermittent email glitches over the last few days as well.

So Iím going to take the rest of the night off and try not to worry about it. I know Iíll be busy enough tomorrow, switching phone lines back and forth every time the Boss wants to fax me something. That should be great fun.

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The ďstoupĒ I made tonight (thicker than soup, thinner than stew) turned out okay, but it made me wish once again for one thing I donít have in my kitchen: a real, classically-shaped soup bowl. I have a soup cups, and I have little cereal bowls that will work for soup, but I donít have a real soup bowl. Tonight I improvised, eating my stoup out of a casserole dish. It wasnít exactly the presentation I was going for, but any port in a storm, as they say.

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