Well, our tech guy has come and gone, he’s installed the new modem, and we’re right back where we started from because, he says–well, never mind what he says, I don’t understand it, just makes my head spin. Somehow we have to replace our Internet service.
So for the foreseeable future I’ll be taking half an hour to do a five-minute job, and maybe it’ll work and maybe it won’t, etc., etc.
I need to sit down outside and have a cigar.
I shall return if possible.