There has been an extended silence around these parts here recently, but I can explain. For the past 30 days or so, my internet has been down, except for five-minute intervals that raised my hopes excruciatingly high that the problem was solved, only to cruelly dash them once more and send me back to ATT’s 1-800 number. In other news, after searching for my cell phone for a couple of days, I found it in the pocket of a pair of shorts . . . which had just been washed. I also locked myself out of the house earlier this week, so I am more convinced than ever of a real, historical Fall.
But it’s a new day. I was able to “break in” the house without actually breaking anything. At my wife’s advice, I left my phone in a bag of rice for a day, and it has made an astonishing comeback. The internet is still a little spotty, but a new modem seems to be helping things there, as well. As we say around here during the cotton harvest, “We’re ginnin’ now.”