The anticipation of a stumbling block the size of the Sears Tower has come and gone without incident.
I own a house.
I own a beautiful, warm, inviting home on a quite street, close to everything.
Yes, I do.
But what I don't have ... I don't have internet service.
I'm not going to freak out right now at the gallery where I am writing this (rather than in front of a nice fire on my couch like I had planned). Rather, I'm going to go back to my old apartment, grab my coffee from the freezer, the cream from the fridge, a mug from the cabinet, and some sugar from the counter, and I'm going to go home, make some coffee, and spend my first night at my new place. Tomorrow I'm going to call Verizon and cancel my order with them because they are telling me it'll be two weeks before my DSL is I'M GOING TO WRING THEIR FREAKING NECKS IF I EVER MEET ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS IN AN ALLEYWAY OR ANYWHERE FOR THAT MATTER AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!! ...
Deep cleansing breath ...
No ... I'm not going to do that. I'm going to go to Comcast tomorrow and pick up a modem and take it back and install it myself, and then, hopefully, I'm going to have internet.
And then, after I finish moving with my friend John, I'm going to make a fire, brew some coffee, and write a bit more thoughtful piece on the whole house experience.
I'll see you then.
Thanks for reading.
And thank you to Paul "Muskrat Flats" Brown for helping me move today. Your grace is measurable as your patience is limitless. I haven't plugged in the stereo yet, but I'm sure it will be fine.