Back in the Saddle Again

I was talking to OldFriend on the phone before, thus completing my keeping-in-touch plan, when my phone service died. I called her back on the cell and after a few minutes, lost the signal. Called her back on the house phone and then it died again.

It took me nearly 45 minutes of calling the cable company tech line on the cell, complete with unplugging things and modems falling on my head, to find out that Internet and phone service were out in our area, and to get the house phone calls forwarded to the cell when this happens. Virtually the moment everything was completed, and I had straightened the picture on the wall that was a casualty of the falling modem, everything came back. Ergo, here I am.

I thought I was getting sick last night with a sore throat, and I woke up with a very sore throat and a headache, and sore ears. But once I was up and around and had breakfast, it got better, so I'm figuring allergies instead of strep. (It was a really sore throat.) I need to be careful about strep and stuff because my therapist is in a chemo cycle, and I don't want to go anywhere near her if I have anything, even though that's not until Tuesday, but I want to be careful.

I ended up doing not that much today, what a surprise, but when I woke up from my nap I was delighted to see that K had folded and put away all the towels that had just finished in the dryer; I totally hate putting laundry away, especially towels. And once I was up, I actually did do some vacuuming and straightening of the living room, and a little in the kitchen, too. I'll vacuum the family room tomorrow and relocate The Cat in the Hat, who was sitting on top of a step-stool that now has the modem and router on its seat. Seriously, I have got a lot of crap in this room. This house.

Ah, all the little flashing lights on the modem make me happy. But I think I'll check and make sure that the phone works.

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