After sleeping so well and deeply this weekend that I recovered my voice and banished the sniffle, technology nearly proved my undoing today.
The Handsome Electrician - who came to my office because we STILL have not installed my Internet as a result of not being able to find the wall DSL connection - told me there was "bad news." Somehow this building which was built before the invention of the telegraph does not have a telephone line running from the basement to my fourth floor studio. "How is this possible?" we all scratched our heads in wonder in our various dialects.
The long cable has been ordered for Thursday installation (said Handsome Electrician after discussion with Friendly Real Estate Agent).
I was definitely ready for a Prosecco, but instead returned a sample chair to a large store and raced home to connect my computer with the outside world.
Tonight's menu: pasta, broccoli and a reminder that one year from now there's some chance this will be a distant memory. New day tomorrow!
PS, I'm also still using my window ledge as a Coke refridgerator while a kitchen designer I met this morning takes a couple of weeks to propose a plan. Maybe later I'll look back and think these were the "glory days..."
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