The traffic home was awful, with the added joy of University students jaywalking all over the place and ruining our chances to finally move. There was a respectable amount of time to admire the no longer full but still plump golden moon over the Merrimack while stuck on the bridge.
At home, while debating dinner options and the possibility of an online delivery order, it was discovered the Internet is out at The BungaLowell. The day which had been mostly neutral and ok, devolved to full WTF status.
Despite being tethered to a box and the wall via an actual cable that runs to a box mounted on the outside of the house and the outside world, the TV is also out.
There is a quick message about being unable to connect to the Internet and suggesting visiting a website for info. Then it returns to a photo screen declaring the time to be 3:12. Gotta love the "Internet is out, visit our website on the Internet you can't access for info" helpfulness from the company that provides both my cable and Internet. You rock, Comcast Xfinity!
An Xfinity app message indicated a time of 6:40 for restoration. It wasn't. At 6:54, a text squeaked in resetting expectations and adjusting the time to 2:00 a.m.
The Verizon cell reception is so bad at the house that the phone runs off the Xfinity wifi most of the time. By going upstairs I can manage to get two bars for reception. Technology is so very, very great. Until it's not working.
It looks like a cozy sit on the couch and read a book night. Or sit on the bed burning data on the phone night. Or maybe just saying "good night" and going to bed. It's already pitch dark and 7:30 feels a lot later than it used to.
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