I am drinking coffee and trying not to feel so very very tired. Yesterday was an exercise in futility. Monday a cableman came to the house and could not figure out how to get the cable hooked up. He said he would send another fellow the next day, (yesterday). The new guy arrived and climbed and crawled all over the Donnavilla. He left. He returned. He determined it was impossible to hook up cable unless we hired some guys to do custom work. He said he could get my office hooked up with no problem, it was all the other rooms that would be problematic. He left and I called Comcast to cancel the service. The gal on the phone convinced me to hire the custom work guys because cable is important. I think that was her closing line. I told Lisa I would pay the 150.00 to have these guys come out and do something called a wall fish. I thought she would be happy but she was angry with me. I told her if she didn’t want it, she should call and cancel. She says because I’m the one that messed up, I should call and cancel. We spent the rest of the evening screaming at each other. The thing is, I never wanted cable. I don’t know how all this happened. I don’t know why hiring the custom work fellows is a bad idea. I just wanted to make Lisa happy.
I am glad this is my last day of work for the week. I really wish we hadn’t sold my grandmother’s house because I would go up there just to get away from all of this crap. What does it say when I would brave DIRTY PHONE LINES AND DIAL UP ACCESS to escape?

Nothing that a little Prozac and a big polo mallet won’t cure