So as pretty much the whole world knows, I’m giving a presentation on Sunday to promote the film and talk about my family. It was circa 9 a.m. Thursday, and I was revising the speech, tweaking a couple of slides on the PowerPoint – I can write and edit a 500+ page essay in the time it takes to edit a photo – upload to P/P, and make the required adjustments.
iTunes dropped a couple of times, but it was downloading podcasts, so I didn’t think anything about it. Then I tried to access the internet. The little blue bar slid about a quarter inch and stopped. I restarted the computer, rebooted the wireless router, and tried again. Nothing. Larry came in and said there were a bunch of phone company trucks up the street. I picked up the landline.
I decided to keep it after the epic 2011 storms took out cell towers and maintain the Wi-Fi through it. Cable was out of the question based on epic complaints and a racist salesman who appeared at the door and said, “You live here?” I resisted saying, “No, I’m the maid,” but told the next two hucksters. Haven’t seen it or its successor company since.
No dial tone on either phone. Realizing that I couldn’t print the speech or use email, internet, etc., I zipped over the library where the notice popped up that my iCloud account was nearly full. Turns out that my occasional use of the email had resulted in four years’ worth of saved messages in the sent folder. Ooops.
Cleaned that up and cut my storage in half.
Sent crucial emails. Then went home to prepare for the veterans’ workshop, saying a big thank you that the weather was merely hot and humid. No deluges.
I was writing and organizing at 7 this a.m. Got everything ready to go for Wi-Fi just after 10 when I noticed the police cruiser was not at the end of the street – and no sign of utility trucks. Went back in the house. Service was back! So then I scrambled through the rest of yesterday’s chores, plus this morning’s. Am now finishing the day 13 hours later and will retire shortly to a comfortable chair with a book.